Designer Belts

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Ill nigga, tell a friend bitch Money over bitches while the world still spin [Verse 1: Jarren Benton] Yeah, forever terminating trash Middle finger to the pigs that's exterminating blacks, fuck 'em Lord Benton I'm moving expensive linens Fuck 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 nigga iller than me, I'll wait They ain't fucking with the God, how, Sway? Fuck 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 niggas swagger jackin, you chumps Melania Trump Click, click, blaow Put you niggas 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 nigga died, I ain't been the same Fuck the skitzo, pussy nigga, come feel this pain I got family in Flint, Michigan These motherfuckers poison the water to get rid of them A couple bucks will make your life switch I don't trust the government, my wife nor my side bitch Yeah, a nigga crying for help A tasteful suicide I hang from designer belts Yeah, God bless America, if it ain't your own then the pigs gon' come and bury you niggas [Bridge: Coach] *Right hand over my strap. My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty* [Verse 2: Elz Jenkins] Complain about bullshit while niggas do fed time Some niggas that got clipped got nothing but bed time You voted for Donald Trump, 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 .44'll waste kids like I'm jackin' off Swear a nigga 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 nigga got a wife but still I want me yo bitch 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 fuck is you doing?" "Save us both a search now what drug is you movin'?" Damn man, I want these niggas dead Put these arms to his head, he be Mr. Potato head A nigga been fed, but never fuck with the feds We killin' everything, I hope you niggas 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, fuck a fuck nigga Jenkins