Jarren Benton - Black Rob lyrics

[Jarren Benton - Black Rob lyrics]

Woah benton, Black Rob
Woah, yeah yeah (Kill the Coyote) , uh

Black blood spill on cotton fields
Dead slave, owners keep my pockets filled
Whip the block and keep the Glock concealed
Grave digger, I got plots to fill
Mama used to stress about them doctor bills
Trap Panther, bitch, I'm Bobby Seales
Your melanin'll get your brains
Blown on your dashboard
Bitch, that's why we kneel
Government, guns, and God
She just fucked the Entourage
I'm adios, hey baby, bon voyage
I'm flexin' on 'em
I hang with the apes in the jungle
Gotta load up the K
You nevеr know if they gon roll up and spray
The game cold
Thеy went for hell and I have nowhere to stay


The god, Benton, baby, you better pray
The devil working, we can't lose our faith
I got trust issues
Keep the tool by the waist
I'm boxing demons, they say
Niggas turned to rats that used
Move out the base
Shit got popping when I flew out the A
Never gave a fuck about what you got to say
Nigga, play the back or move
The fuck out the way

Woah, yeah crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
But, I'm going in like I'm out for revenge
I might hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who
I'm callin' my friends
Say fuck all you niggas
Ayy, pardon my Fren', count the money like
Woah, yeah the crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
I roll up on niggas and hop out
The Benz and I hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who
I'm callin' my friends
Say fuck all you niggas
Ayy, pardon my French, we get to it like

Wanna meet your maker? I can
Make that shit formal
No church inside the wild, ayy
Fuck all the morals
My niggas bakin' pies, and that's no DiGiorno
The mink coat killer, bitch, I'm not normal
I'm Leatherface
Spray the Drac' out the Wraith
Scrape his brain off the drapes
Point blank nature, peeled off, escaped
Bunch of fuck niggas, oh, I feel out of place
Been socially distant, bitch
Way before COVID i'm weary of people
Don't know niggas motives
Been killin' shit for years and
You niggas know it
Don't let me die before you give me my roses
Like my pussy clean and my presidents dead
Yeah no mercy for rappers, I pull up and
Pop off your top just like Pez, yeah
Mouth full of gold
It's that crack on the stove
Back on the wall, niggas know I don't fold
One day you here and the next day you ghost
I'm greedy, whatever
I stick to the code and I follow the oaths
I'm different from niggas while
Y'all do the most
They left me for dead, I was out in the cold
Got my foot on their throat, they like

Woah, yeah crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
But, I'm going in like I'm out for revenge
I might hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who
I'm callin' my friends
Say fuck all you niggas
Ayy, pardon my Fren', count the money like
Woah, yeah the crème de la crème
May father forgive me for all of my sins
I roll up on niggas and hop out
The Benz and I hit 'em like
Woah, yeah, don't mean to sound grim
I count on one hand who
I'm callin' my friends
Say fuck all you niggas
Ayy, pardon my French, we get to it like

Woah

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