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[Verse 1]
Yeah
Yo, ****, tell a friend, bitch
Yeah
Money over bitches while the world still spinning
[Verse 2]
Yeah, forever terminating trash
Middle finger to the pigs that's exterminating blacks, fuck 'em
Lord Benton, I move in expensive linens
Fuck my slave name, I'm switching it to a emblem
I never trust the system, investing in private prisons
As long as I'm breathing, I'm probably the livest living
[Verse 3]
Name a **** iller than me
I'll wait
They ain't fucking with the God, how I'm sway
Fuck these labels, I bet I leave with my masters
Black lives never mattered as long as I'm eating rappers
[Verse 4]
Rest and pissed, I never honor you chumps
These **** swagger jacking, you chomp's Melania Trump
Click, click, blaow
Put you in a permanent slump
Never smell no weird odors when I'm burning a blunt, yeah
[Verse 5]
They be like, Mr. Benton, you quite odd
Atheist, I never prayed to a white God
No disrespect to my white folks
But they be like, we want that old Jarren
The psycho
[Verse 6]
Since my **** died, I ain't been the same
Fuck the schizo, pussy ****, come feel this pain
I got family in Flint, Michigan
These motherfuckers poison the water to get rid of them
A couple bucks'll make your light switch
I don't trust the government, my wifey, or my side bitch
[Verse 7]
Yeah, a **** crying for help
A taste for suicide, I hang from designer belts
Yeah, God bless America
If it ain't your own, then them pigs gon' come and bury you ****
[Verse 8]
Right hand over my strap
My country 'tis of thee
Sweet land of liberty
[Verse 9]
Complain about bullshit while **** do fed time
Some **** that've got clipped got nothing but bedtime
You voted for Donald Trump, your vote was a hate crime
The world looking strange, dawg, I ride with a TEC-9
[Verse 10]
I'm coming with the facts involved
Taxing y'all
So call me when there's straps involved
Talking trap Panther party with the action, dawg
Four-four'll waste kids like I'm jacking off
[Verse 11]
Swear a **** wanted to flip
I was nice with basketball, still I wanted a brick
Got the brand new 5's, still I want me a 6
Like a **** got a wife, but still I want me your bitch
[Verse 12]
Sold crack on the corners to back-to-back all the foreigns
I put my mind to it and got it right off the tour
And still they pull me over, like, what the fuck is you doing?
Save us both a search now, what drug is you moving?
[Verse 13]
Damn, man, I want these **** dead
Put these arms to his head, he be Mr. Potato Head
A **** been fed but never fuck with the feds
We killing everything, I hope you **** prepared
On a lighter note, **** still coming with the fire though
Burning up the trees, getting higher than Mariah notes
[Verse 14]
Mink coat killer with the drug dealer
Sum it all up, fuck a fuck ****
