Top Songs By Jarren Benton
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jarren Benton
Performer
Chris 'Black Cloud' Cargill
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jarren Benton
Composer
Hopsin
Composer
Evans Desir
Composer
Chris Ju
Composer
Christopher Cargill
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kato On The Track
Producer
Dacota G. Fresilli
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Chris Ju
Recording Engineer
Kato
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You already know I'm goin' all in
It ain't hard to see this is my callin'
Let's just be honest, over like the past two years
I've been runnin' shit, but I was only joggin'
[Verse 2]
Haters steady doggin', gettin' information from the bloggin'
Kill the bullshit, you better chalk it
Thinkin' that I lost it, I done had my mind on the prize
Back when I was sippin' water from the faucet, raw shit
[Verse 3]
I'ma fuck around and have to let it loose, I am not the
Tunnel to be headin' through, I'm on another motherfuckin' pedestal
I ain't playin' with this rap shit
Where he at, I'ma split his fuckin' head in two
[Verse 4]
Yo career has been a lie, you been coppin' rentals back at Enterprise
I ain't never had to go pretend to fly
I could pull up on a bitch inside a fuckin' Toyota Corolla
And I'm bettin' you that she gon' fuckin' get inside
[Verse 5]
I ain't even gotta make a sentence rhyme I ain't gon'
Pretend this ain't a genocide, I ain't gon' pretend my nuts are minimized
I ain't gon' pretend that I drop knowledge on your back
When I was goin' heavy with the menace eyes
[Verse 6]
Y'all ain't got a business mind, y'all don't see the vision I paved
If you go against the grain, you're gettin' penalized
So you better pick a side before I have to go a let the missiles fly
You know I'm only in it just to get the prize, tell 'em
[Verse 7]
I gotta get it and go, where were you when I was broke?
Say, what's a snake to a bird? Oh, yeah, that's dinner to go
I've got no time to be lolly-gaggin', I'm on a mission to blow
You **** prayed it would never happen, I was just hopin' you'd know
[Verse 8]
I don't really need you (I don't, yeah, old pussy ass ****)
I don't really need you (Woo, yeah)
****, I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass ****)
I don't really need you (Woo, yeah)
I don't really need you (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
It's funny how **** act when you down and out
Ay, where the fuck were you dog, when we were grindin' out?
Like I ain't the shit, oh you'd just count him out?
I'm back for revenge, I needed time to bounce
[Verse 10]
Back on you **** like a new ball
Middle finger go up to a couple blogs
And a couple fuck boys talkin' dumb shit
When they log on they mother's laptop, get a spiked bat to your jaw
[Verse 11]
And I don't give a shit if you came directly from God's dick
I hope your pilot have a seizure in the cockpit
Your plane crash, or a killer hold you hostage
Sodomize you with a broom handle or a mop stick
[Verse 12]
I hope they beat you in a mosh pit
Bash his fuckin' head with a yard stick
Oh, this is what you want, you want that dark shit?
Hate life will leave **** with his heart ripped
[Verse 13]
Just a while ago it was all smiles
A bunch of fake ****, dog, I'm so proud
I seen you on a magazine, oh, wow
Oh, you on Warner, ****, you gon' blow now
[Verse 14]
Yeah, when Hop said, ****, fuck Funk Volume
Then you chumps stopped callin'
And **** had to get it on his own, and you bitches didn't bother
Had to get it from the bottom, where the fuck were you, bitch ****?
[Verse 15]
I gotta get it and go, where were you when I was broke?
Say, what's a snake to a bird? Oh, yeah, that's dinner to go
I've got no time to be lolly-gaggin', I'm on a mission to blow
You **** prayed it would never happen, I was just hopin' you'd know
[Verse 16]
I don't really need you (I don't, yeah, old pussy ass ****)
I don't really need you (Woo, yeah)
****, I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass ****)
I don't really need you (Woo, yeah)
I don't really need you
[Verse 17]
Yeah, and these bitches actin' funny too
I know that money rules
The only thing that will comfort you
Never trust again, I'll never get that comfortable
[Verse 18]
Ain't no friends in this game, they ain't honorable
I juggle chainsaw blades in this carnival
****, I'm a carnivore, bone collector connoisseur
Cuttin' off your motherfuckin' head with a katana, whore
[Verse 19]
I don't really need you (I don't, yeah, old pussy ass ****)
I don't really need you (Woo, yeah)
****, I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass ****)
I don't really need you (Woo, yeah)
I don't really need you
Written by: Chris Ju, Christopher Cargill, Composer Unknown, Evans Desir, Jarren Benton, Marcus Hopson