[VERSE 1 - Jarren Benton]
I scuffle with negative thoughts inside of my brain
The Brass-knuckle Bully I'm simply out of your range
They smuggling guns and furs up out the Ukraine
I put you inside of a hole like Saddam Hussein
My niggas looking at me like “Son are you sane”
What the fuck are you saying, like I ain’t the one that's humane
My niggas from the swamps they didn't make it in Tulane
Niggas into gruesome things introducing you to pain
Came out the gutter with the killers and the rejects
These niggas wildin, Yoppers that will drop a fucking T-Rex
The nerves of you niggas stomp ya head in my Adidas
And repeat it just to make the murder scene look so egregious
Jesus how the fuck we let the streets deceive us
And the fathers up and leave us, and they murder our leaders
And the pigs come and beat us, and the blood spill In liters, in the Mud with the creatures, keep a clutch on the heaters
So how the fuck I’m feeling myself
And wake up every other day and think of killing myself
“J you gotta relax this ain't good for your health”
I remember all you niggas that wasn't lending him help
The best way to kill em is success
And when the tables turn and you see them niggas stressed
They go reach out for help but they ain't give you no respect
Tell em suck a fucking dick and keep your feet up on their neck
I scuffle with negative thoughts inside of my brain
The Brass-knuckle Bully I'm simply out of your range
They smuggling guns and furs up out the Ukraine
I put you inside of a hole like Saddam Hussein
My niggas looking at me like “Son are you sane”
What the fuck are you saying, like I ain’t the one that's humane
My niggas from the swamps they didn't make it in Tulane
Niggas into gruesome things introducing you to pain
Came out the gutter with the killers and the rejects
These niggas wildin, Yoppers that will drop a fucking T-Rex
The nerves of you niggas stomp ya head in my Adidas
And repeat it just to make the murder scene look so egregious
Jesus how the fuck we let the streets deceive us
And the fathers up and leave us, and they murder our leaders
And the pigs come and beat us, and the blood spill In liters, in the Mud with the creatures, keep a clutch on the heaters
So how the fuck I’m feeling myself
And wake up every other day and think of killing myself
“J you gotta relax this ain't good for your health”
I remember all you niggas that wasn't lending him help
The best way to kill em is success
And when the tables turn and you see them niggas stressed
They go reach out for help but they ain't give you no respect
Tell em suck a fucking dick and keep your feet up on their neck
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