[Intro: Jarren Benton]
Yeah
Uh
Cash rule everything around me

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton]
My momma must have did crack in the 80's
Came out the pussy hole acting this crazy
Shit they put you in the pen just for smackin' your babies
Keep starin' I draw the weapon like Keith Haring
It's apparent these n***as wildin' they need parents
Bitch I'm ruthless, I'm fucked and I make excuses
Then throw the deuces I told you bitches we ain't exclusive
I'ma black activist on Actavis your math don't add up
These n***as bad at calculus I never close the Maybach curtains
Wipe the prints off the cage that merked 'em
Circle the block and hit the lane that's smirkin'
Ain't nothing funny ay
Money talks and n***as is dummies
It's a wrap, the stick left 'em stiff as a mummy
These n***as bleedin', don't front like your ass is Christopher Reeves
Ain't no fuck this Superman you get wet up in your jeans (erghh)
I can't sleep cuz I ain't count a billion yet
I got killas on payroll, let me feelin' a check ay
How you broke when you just had a million net
They say black's bad with money can't get rid of his debt
Damn
Pistol on me
Marinara with rigatoni
I eat like Tony Soprano
Don't front you n***as know me
You can't win when you got haters on the team
They did that n***a Eric Garner like he Radio Raheem (blerghhh)
No D batteries they train 'em at academies
No empathy for n***as just wet up their whole anatomy
Sadly another casualty
Too many n***as wanna be rappers, trappers, and athletes
[Verse 2: Nick Grant]
Okay I'm back in business
But never slack I'm stuck in the era of trap pretenders
Who would've known the underworld was filled with Master Splinters
Life is a bitch
My biggest distraction, the baddest women
My momma told me, "N***a focus on academics"
I'm pistol totin' the biggest bang could slap a chemist
I'm Maury Povich, Mama cryin' cuz Daddy missin'
I'm back with vengeance the label gave me no rapper image
I'm too authentic, I'm too much for the avid listener
The back, the center, stick up n***as like Robin Givens
I'm from the city, they blow out brains, we optimistic
No competition, I'm droppin' wisdom, the hottest n***a
I'm ridin' Phantom with your bitch, that's a Goblin visit
I went from no pot to piss in to a pile of dishes
It feel like I'm Pac's apprentice with a pinch of Catholicism
The modern Jigga, the Nas, mixed with the album Thriller
You dancin' with the stars, the cosmos are outta rhythm
These n***as hatin', my patience thin as these model bitches
I balls out, my cash straight, I'm Skylar Diggins
I balls out, cash straight, you gotta dig it
I'm hotter than a lot of n***as, fuck it, all 'em n***as
I'm going nuts George Carver n***a pause a n***a
Fresh like a Harlem n***a man what's wrong with n***as
Tell your baby mama she should call an awesome n***a
Ferrari Spider shit just looks like it's crawlin' n***a
I'm the man, did that shit with no father figure
My shooter cold with the Tommy like watchin' Martin n***a
I'm so for real, my jokes are deep, the sharks'll giggle
I'm talkin' riddles, the game's a jungle I'm Robin Williams
What's poppin' Benton we eatin' it's time to starve them n***as
We eatin' it's time to starve them n***as
If n***as won't smoke we gon get to coughin' n***a