Designer Belts

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Yeah
Yeah n*gga tell a friend, b*tch
Money over b*tches while the world still spinning
Yeah, forever terminating trash
Middle finger to the pigs that's terminating blacks, f*ck 'em
Lord Benton I'm moving expensive linens
F*ck my slave name, I'm switching it to a emblem
I never trust the system investin' in private prisons
As long as I'm breathing I'm probably the livest livin'
Name a n*gga' iller than me, I'll wait
They ain't f*cking with the God, how, Sway?
F*ck these labels I bet I leave with my masters
Black lives never mattered as long as I'm eating rappers
Rest in pissed, I never honor you chumps
These n*ggas swagger jackin, you chumps Melania Trump
Click, click, blaow
Put you n*ggas in a permanent slump
Never smell no weird odors when I'm burning a blunt
Yeah, they be like "Mr. Benton you quite odd."
Atheist, I never pray to a white God
No disrespect to my white folks
But they be like "We want that old Jarren, The psycho."
Since my n*gga died, I ain't been the same
F*ck the skitzo, pussy n*gga, come feel this pain
I got family in Flint, Michigan
These motherf*ckers poison the water to get rid of them
A couple bucks will make your life switch
I don't trust the government, my wife know my side b*tch
Yeah, a n*gga crying for help
A taste for suicide I hang from designer belts
Yeah, God bless America, if it ain't your own then the pigs gon' come and bury you n*ggas
(Right hand over my strap. My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty)
Complain about bullshit while n*ggas do fed time
Some n*ggas that got clipped got nothing but bed time
You voted for D*nald T*ump, your vote was a hate crime
The world looking Strange, dawg, I ride with a Tec 9
I'm coming with the facts involved, taxin' y'all
So call me when the straps involved
Talkin trap, panther party with the action, dawg
Fo' fo's waste kids like I'm jackin' off
Swear a n*gga wanted to flip
I was nice with basketball still I wanted a brick
Got the brand new fives, still I want me a six
Like a n*gga got a wife but still I want me yo b*tch
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 f*ck is you doing?"
Save us both a shirt now what drug is you movin'
Damn man, I want these n*ggas dead
Put his arms to his head, he be Mr. Potato head
A n*gga been feared, but never f*ck with the feds
We killin' everything, I hope you n*ggas prepared
On a lighter note, Niggas still coming with the fire, though
Burnin' up the trees getting higher than Mariah Notes
Mink coat killa' with the drug deala'
Sum it all up, f*ck a f*ck n*gga

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