No F***s to Give (feat. FUTURISTIC & Chris Webby)

1: Jarren Benton] (What happened to Funk Volume nigga?) Ain't no more fucking Funk Volume All you niggas get is Mr. Benton I got them pussy niggas shitting kittens I guillotine the fucking competition I "what up" to my niggas still in prison I'm still drunk and high, I'm on prescription Drugs Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my soul to to get it popping nigga And when you see me keep it moving show me love and don't ask me no questions about Hopsin nigga Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to have a nervous breakdown Ass up face down that's the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side a-town Full-turnt like a-town This the bully beat a motherfucker's ass on the playground Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, stay down" My homeboy still stirring up the pot Remember we didn't have a fucking pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot Man nigga popping hoes eating up the cock I got a new trap J's geeking on the rocks And that's a metaphor for rap weighing on the stop I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, the mothafucka leaning out the drop like pop Yeah Tell these bad whores Mr. Benton on the market I hops in a pussy and no I'm not talking 'bout Marcus I bodied a booth in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass I tear up the club, snap his neck, break his bones and his cartilage Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you have children there I give a fuck what you saying bitch we bout to be billionaires I ran out all of my fucks to give We go so hard now they fucking with this Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving I ran out all of my fucks to give We go so hard now they fucking with this Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga Yeah Ran out of fucks to give, enough of this I hit you in your upper lip, if you ain't come for this Don't rush the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my shit With Jarren Benton, that's my nigga since 2-0-1-1 I'm running circles around you niggas, I'm playing duck duck Goose I've been on a mission for a million bucks And any model that's a fan probably getting fucked With no label Yeah I got my own squad WTF gang hold it down no problem Wait that's only me I been thinking about bringing niggas on but these other rappers suck like a blowjob Hit a nigga til he needs a fucking nose job I have him crying like a grandma watching soap op's You were holding a drink, don't spill it on me I slide you out your 3s [?] yelling opa! A young nigga, that Futuristic Dude the sickest, don't care who your clique is Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose your bitches Still spitting like my fucking tooth is missing Who you kidding, no fucks given in my verse Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the Germans I bet they all in they grave turning Think i give a fuck then you got the wrong person Jarren Benton] I ran out all of my fucks to give We go so hard now they fucking with this Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving I ran out all of my fucks to give We go so hard now they fucking with this Fuck is you doing bitch, I'm not a human Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga (What's up with Homegrown, man?) You no Homegrown no more, I ain't got nobody by my side, yo Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a side hoe I flew from Connecticut end up with [?] like I'm 5-0 Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I couldn't afford, till' my debit was dry so Try to regroup [?] is a lie though Telling myself in my head it's alright, yo Page after page I would crumple it up and then throw it away I was losing my mind, yo I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor like a psycho Then I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro With the fire like Spyro You can see the smoke rise from the speaker wire? Just a crazy white boy like in Peaky Blinders On seat reclining til my life is golden Now I'm on my lonesome No label, no financial backing, nobody assisting promotions (No one!) But I gotta keep going I still got my homies that had me from Jump They still in the Sprinter we passing the blunt When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows cause it's all that we know So we have to keep up with the schedule Show after show after festival Now I'm back counting my decimals Paying my taxes and stacking like I should have always been doing I've always been doing You live and you learn I'm expected to go from in debt to exceptional Money amounts in accounts and I'm killing it now I've taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business into the ground There ain't a fuck I'mma give, yo Got my middle fingers up in the window In the ring til the day I die and that's word to Kimbo Jarren tell 'em how this shit go