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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