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letra de no fucks to give - jarren benton

[verse 1: jarren benton]
(what happened to funk volume n-gg-?)
ain’t no more f-cking funk volume
all you n-gg-s get is mr. benton
i got them p-ssy n-gg-s sh-tting kittens
i guillotine the f-cking compet-tion
i “what up” to my n-gg-s still in prison
i’m still drunk and high, i’m on prescription
-drugs-
jesus, who the f-ck i gotta sell my soul to to get it popping n-gg-
and when you see me keep it moving show me love and don’t ask me no questions about hopsin n-gg-
oh lord i’m on my own i’m about to have a nervous breakdown
-ss up face down that’s the way the industry f-ck you n-gg- its east side a-town
full-turnt like a-town
this the bully beat a motherf-cker’s -ss on the playground
your homeboy like “jesus he’s a sick son of a b-tch, a maniac, play dead, stay down”
my homeboy still stirring up the pot
remember we didn’t have a f-cking pot to p-ss in and we was sleeping on the cot
man n-gg- popping hoes eating up the c-ck
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 n-gg- with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he jfk, the mothaf-cka leaning out the drop like -pop-
yeah
tell these bad wh-r-s mr. benton on the market
i hops in a p-ssy and no i’m not talking ’bout marcus
i bodied a booth in the beat, oh now i smell a carc-ss
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 f-ck what you saying b-tch we bout to be billionaires

[hook: jarren benton]
i ran out all of my f-cks to give
we go so hard now they f-cking with this
f-ck is you doing b-tch, i’m not a human
they want your thousands, you gotta keep moving
i ran out all of my f-cks to give
we go so hard now they f-cking with this
f-ck is you doing b-tch, i’m not a human
funk volume’s dead, but the bully keep movin’ n-gg-

[verse 2: futuristic]
yeah
ran out of f-cks 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 sh-t
with jarren benton, that’s my n-gg- since 2-0-1-1
i’m running circles around you n-gg-s, 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 f-cked
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 n-gg-s on but these other rappers suck like a bl-wj-b
hit a n-gg- til he needs a f-cking 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 n-gg-, that futuristic
dude the sickest, don’t care who your clique is
wanna battle then you’ll lose with quickness, lose your b-tches
still spitting like my f-cking tooth is missing
who you kidding , no f-cks given in my verse
exterminating everybody, hailin’ to the germans
i bet they all in they grave turning
think i give a f-ck then you got the wrong person

[verse 3: chris webby]
(what’s up with homegrown, man?)
you no homegrown no more, i ain’t got n-body 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, n-body -ssisting promotions (no one!)
but i gotta keep going
i still got my homies that had me from jump
they still in the sprinter we p-ssing 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 k!lling it now
i’ve taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business into the ground
there ain’t a f-ck 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 sh-t go

- jarren benton

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