Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Fucks to Give, artist - Jarren Benton. Date of issue: 21.07.2016
Song language: English
No Fucks to Give |
| Ain’t no more fucking Funk Volume |
| All you niggas get is Mr. Benton |
| I got them pussy niggas shitting kittens |
| I guillotine the fucking competition |
| I «what up"to my niggas still in prison |
| I’m still drunk and high, I’m on prescription |
| (Drugs) |
| Jesus, who the fuck I gotta sell my soul to to get it popping nigga |
| And when you see me keep it moving show me love and don’t ask me no questions |
| about Hopsin nigga |
| Oh lord I’m on my own I’m about to have a nervous breakdown |
| Ass up face down that’s the way the industry fuck you nigga its east side a-town |
| Full-turnt like a-town |
| This the bully beat a motherfucker’s ass on the playground |
| Your homeboy like «Jesus he’s a sick son of a bitch, a maniac, play dead, |
| stay down» |
| My homeboy still stirring up the pot |
| Remember we didn’t have a fucking pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot |
| Man nigga popping hoes eating up the cock |
| I got a new trap J’s geeking on the rocks |
| And that’s a metaphor for rap weighing on the stop |
| I snipe a nigga with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, |
| the mothafucka leaning out the drop like *pop* |
| Yeah |
| Tell these bad whores Mr. Benton on the market |
| I hops in a pussy and no I’m not talking 'bout Marcus |
| I bodied a booth in the beat, oh now I smell a carcass |
| I tear up the club, snap his neck, break his bones and his cartilage |
| Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you have children there |
| I give a fuck what you saying bitch we bout to be billionaires |
| I ran out all of my fucks to give |
| We go so hard now they fucking with this |
| Fuck is you doing bitch, I’m not a human |
| They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving |
| I ran out all of my fucks to give |
| We go so hard now they fucking with this |
| Fuck is you doing bitch, I’m not a human |
| Funk Volume’s dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga |
| Yeah |
| Ran out of fucks to give, enough of this |
| I hit you in your upper lip, if you ain’t come for this |
| Don’t rush the kid, a MC going hammer don’t touch my shit |
| With Jarren Benton, that’s my nigga since 2−0-1−1 |
| I’m running circles around you niggas, I’m playing duck duck |
| Goose |
| I’ve been on a mission for a million bucks |
| And any model that’s a fan probably getting fucked |
| With no label |
| Yeah I got my own squad |
| WTF gang hold it down no problem |
| Wait that’s only me |
| I been thinking about bringing niggas on but these other rappers suck like a |
| blowjob |
| Hit a nigga til he needs a fucking nose job |
| I have him crying like a grandma watching soap op’s |
| You were holding a drink, don’t spill it on me |
| I slide you out your 3s yelling opa! |
| A young nigga, that Futuristic |
| Dude the sickest, don’t care who your clique is |
| Wanna battle then you’ll lose with quickness, lose your bitches |
| Still spitting like my fucking tooth is missing |
| Who you kidding, no fucks given in my verse |
| Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the Germans |
| I bet they all in they grave turning |
| Think I give a fuck then you got the wrong person |
| I ran out all of my fucks to give |
| We go so hard now they fucking with this |
| Fuck is you doing bitch, I’m not a human |
| They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving |
| I ran out all of my fucks to give |
| We go so hard now they fucking with this |
| Fuck is you doing bitch, I’m not a human |
| Funk Volume’s dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga |
| (What's up with Homegrown, man?) |
| You no Homegrown no more, I ain’t got nobody by my side, yo |
| Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don’t even got a side hoe |
| I flew from Connecticut end up with like I’m 5−0 |
| Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I couldn’t afford, till' my debit |
| was dry so |
| Try to regroup is a lie though |
| Telling myself in my head it’s alright, yo |
| Page after page I would crumple it up and then throw it away I was losing my |
| mind, yo |
| I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor like a psycho |
| Then I channeled my energy and I dropped Webby’s Lab 2, now I’m back on my pyro |
| With the fire like Spyro |
| You can see the smoke rise from the speaker wire? |
| Just a crazy white boy like in Peaky Blinders |
| On seat reclining til my life is golden |
| Now I’m on my lonesome |
| No label, no financial backing, nobody assisting promotions (No one!) |
| But I gotta keep going |
| I still got my homies that had me from Jump |
| They still in the Sprinter we passing the blunt |
| When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows cause it’s all that we know |
| So we have to keep up with the schedule |
| Show after show after festival |
| Now I’m back counting my decimals |
| Paying my taxes and stacking like I should have always been doing |
| I’ve always been doing |
| You live and you learn |
| I’m expected to go from in debt to exceptional |
| Money amounts in accounts and I’m killing it now |
| I’ve taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business into |
| the ground |
| There ain’t a fuck I’mma give, yo |
| Got my middle fingers up in the window |
| In the ring til the day I die and that’s word to Kimbo |
| Jarren tell 'em how this shit go |
| I ran out all of my fucks to give |
| We go so hard now they fucking with this |
| Fuck is you doing bitch, I’m not a human |
| They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving |
| I ran out all of my fucks to give |
| We go so hard now they fucking with this |
| Fuck is you doing bitch, I’m not a human |
| Funk Volume’s dead, but the bully keep movin' nigga |