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letra de frightened - jarren benton

[?]
[?]
in a half lit world
i’m fighting to believe

yeah
[verse 1: jarren benton]
i know the wicked got they eye on us
money talk, the pistol come with the silencer
let my kids know they daddy’ll die for ya
b-tch i’m poppin’ i might hit yugoslavia
luca brasi, b-tch the bully’ll body ya
son of god look at me it’s too obvious
rap gets boring tryna come with new ideas
life in the jungle, n-ggas could die here
there’s not a man on this planet that i fear
you’re not in my tier, b-tch i’m a nightmare
cartier eyewear
dethrone you n-ggas, the f-ck outta my chair
watch for the wire, these rats bein’ spyware
even if god gave me all of the f-cks in the world
there’s not a single one that i’d spare, ugh
rappers get tortured
waterboard then put their corpse under orchards
question everything the truth get distorted
talk is cheap, that’s how n-ggas afford it
glory, glory hallelujah
do whatever you feel suits ya
just don’t f-ck with n-ggas moolah
the boss can never kick his boots up
look at me now b-tch i grew up
d-ck down her throat till she threw up
big guns that knock down a school bus
they say he too much, f-ck ’em, sue us
unorthodox, rest in peace, gotta pour ciroc
for my n-ggas in the soil that rot
i break bread so my boys can pop
when it’s up, all the wh0res gon’ flock
you know success gon’ annoy the opps
boxcutter get your organs botched
pull up, pop out, destroy the block
f-ck n-gga
[?]
[?]
in a half lit world
i’m fighting to believe

[verse 2: demrick]
this [?] trippy like [?]
tell the dealer i said all the bands
she got good p-ssy, i need more than head
livin’ like i’m slippin’ off the edge
never trippin’, go and get the bread
f-ck police, f-ck the feds
when the pack touch down for the win
it’s ‘thank you and come again’
went from trap money to the rap money
n-ggas act funny, don’t clap for me
if you come for me, you come back bl–dy
’bout as stiff as a wrapped mummy
treat a whack rapper like a crash dummy
crack your head, leave your egg runny
i’m from the dirt, every day muddy
it could get ugly, n-ggas stay hungry
i know how you started
labels, 360 deals, increase the margins
then have a hit song and still live in apartments
and now we considered a target
i swear, this sh-t is a tar pit
that’s why anybody come at me wrong
and best believe i’mma spark it
i get on your track and it’s arson
i feel like [?] i’m a martian
i don’t switch lanes, i get carsick
smokin’ they pack by the carton
and life is war, and i know that for sure
in this game i’m a spartan
and every day i went without, my n-gga
that’s the reason i’m chargin’
for real
[?]
[?]
in a half lit world
i’m fighting to believe

- jarren benton

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