Jarren Benton - The Era lyrics
[Jarren Benton - The Era lyrics]
Uh, bitch I'm on a paper chase
Blade underneath the bait
Shut up bitch and eat the cake
My little niggas squeeze the 'K
I don't like the way the Yeezy's 350's fit me
I know G's in Mississippi
Bitches sippin' with me
Paint the sky with brain matter
Whip the foreign like a slave master
The Wraith way faster
Haters throwing shade at you
Bad hoes, tanning on the patio
I go pistachio for the dough
And the flashy clothes
I fly like a Harlem nigga
I need all them figures
You know the guy to call a nigga
If I got a problem with you
Give me two feet, these niggas too sweet
I'm with my bitch at the boutiques
Every week cos she a shoe freak
Yeah, I break bread while
My niggas shake feds
My iced up braclet, they washed up like K fed
Hasta luego
Was jealous cos Drake was fucking with J lo
OG Bobby J put the barrel in the potato
I'm not from a era
With no motherfucking clowns
No I come from a era where
You had to hold it down
And if you couldn't spit it when you did it
Then the realest wouldn't let
You come around, let you come around
No I'm not with them weirdo
Rapper that rock them gowns
And all that fuck shit
That misrepresent the town
I'm from that Cuban link chain
And solid gold fangs
You know it when you hear the sound
(Hey, hey)
I'm tryna fuck a pop star before I'm 40
Getting money like I'm Berry Gordy
Only women at every orgy
These whores adore me
Pouring 40's for all my niggas in the dirt
Bitches sniff a ball of white I told
Her stick that in your purse
Spoiled with luxury gifts, fuck with me bitch
Keep on sucking this dick
You get a luxury six
They suffered in the Reagan era
It was blatant terror
Camouflaged hoodies out in Cuba
Like I'm Che Guevara
I'm just a southern nigga with a Queens flow
Vintage supreme coats, can't talk
If your team broke, listen
Niggas that prey on him I pray for them
Metal to your cranium I'm
Sailing the Mediterranean
Bumping old Wu money like old Jews
Never did shit for me so
Bitch I don't owe you ay listen
Razor in my mouth like Pac on the court
My nigga just popped out the court
So now we poppin the court
I'm not from a era
With no motherfucking clowns
No I come from a era where
You had to hold it down
And if you couldn't spit it when you did it
Then the realest wouldn't let
You come around, let you come around
No I'm not with them weirdo
Rapper that rock them gowns
And all that fuck shit
That misrepresent the town
I'm from that Cuban link chain
And solid gold fangs
You know it when you hear the sound
(Hey, hey)
Blade underneath the bait
Shut up bitch and eat the cake
My little niggas squeeze the 'K
I don't like the way the Yeezy's 350's fit me
I know G's in Mississippi
Bitches sippin' with me
Paint the sky with brain matter
Whip the foreign like a slave master
The Wraith way faster
Haters throwing shade at you
Bad hoes, tanning on the patio
I go pistachio for the dough
And the flashy clothes
I fly like a Harlem nigga
I need all them figures
You know the guy to call a nigga
If I got a problem with you
Give me two feet, these niggas too sweet
I'm with my bitch at the boutiques
Every week cos she a shoe freak
Yeah, I break bread while
My niggas shake feds
My iced up braclet, they washed up like K fed
Hasta luego
Was jealous cos Drake was fucking with J lo
OG Bobby J put the barrel in the potato
I'm not from a era
With no motherfucking clowns
No I come from a era where
You had to hold it down
And if you couldn't spit it when you did it
Then the realest wouldn't let
You come around, let you come around
No I'm not with them weirdo
Rapper that rock them gowns
And all that fuck shit
That misrepresent the town
I'm from that Cuban link chain
And solid gold fangs
You know it when you hear the sound
(Hey, hey)
I'm tryna fuck a pop star before I'm 40
Getting money like I'm Berry Gordy
Only women at every orgy
These whores adore me
Pouring 40's for all my niggas in the dirt
Bitches sniff a ball of white I told
Her stick that in your purse
Spoiled with luxury gifts, fuck with me bitch
Keep on sucking this dick
You get a luxury six
They suffered in the Reagan era
It was blatant terror
Camouflaged hoodies out in Cuba
Like I'm Che Guevara
I'm just a southern nigga with a Queens flow
Vintage supreme coats, can't talk
If your team broke, listen
Niggas that prey on him I pray for them
Metal to your cranium I'm
Sailing the Mediterranean
Bumping old Wu money like old Jews
Never did shit for me so
Bitch I don't owe you ay listen
Razor in my mouth like Pac on the court
My nigga just popped out the court
So now we poppin the court
I'm not from a era
With no motherfucking clowns
No I come from a era where
You had to hold it down
And if you couldn't spit it when you did it
Then the realest wouldn't let
You come around, let you come around
No I'm not with them weirdo
Rapper that rock them gowns
And all that fuck shit
That misrepresent the town
I'm from that Cuban link chain
And solid gold fangs
You know it when you hear the sound
(Hey, hey)