Jarren Benton, Coach, Elz Jenkins - Designer Belts lyrics

Yeah ill nigga, tell a friend bitch
Money over bitches while the world still spin

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 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 niggas

Right hand over my strap my
Country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty

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