[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 n***as looking at me like “Son are you sane”
What the fuck are you saying, like I ain’t the one that's humane
My n***as from the swamps they didn't make it in Tulane
N***as into gruesome things introducing you to pain
Came out the gutter with the killers and the rejects
These n***as wildin, Yoppers that will drop a fucking T-Rex
The nerves of you n***as 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 n***as that wasn't lending him help
The best way to kill em is success
And when the tables turn and you see them n***as 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
[VERSE 2 - Jarren Benton]

My Baby Mama think that I'm a Skitzo
I'm paranoid I go to sleep I cuddle with a pistol
I see death around the corner bitch I make that shit official
N***as popping on the gram bitch I will really come and get you
I cut a n***as head off like a samurai
From the school of hard knocks, I'm an alumni
Shit get dark lord have mercy where the sunlight
That Miyagi Bonsai got a n***a dumb high
Money over bullshit n***a that's the motto
Trap Panther pull up with the stick just like M’ Baku
I’m just curving hoes and swerving pot holes
Muzzle on the nozzle split ya motherfucking Taco
Sick mind, boy you must be higher than a zip line
If you think that you go pull up on me and just get mine
357 Bitch! Rick Grimes
N***as did time then went snitching like Six Nine
Go tell ya favorite rapper I said suck a dick
New money and new phone who the fuck is this
I came up from the bottom use to shovel shit
Now I done scratched a bunch of shit up off my bucket list
How them n***as make it out the slums, up in Vegas in the Palms, Getting naked with the blondes
Bite the hand that feed you I'm go break a n***as arm
It’s the bully motherfucker here to take a n***as lunch