Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Disobey , by - Jarren Benton. Release date: 16.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Disobey |
| Yeah |
| My grandmomma had high hopes |
| I don’t want to die bro |
| I just spread love and leave this bitch on a high note |
| If we talkin' money then you niggas got my vote |
| The pussy might be good but these bitches is psychos |
| That’s facts, I never sit with twelve and tell info' |
| They run up on you pullin' techs out they Chanel trench coats |
| Bitch, I rep Atlanta like I’m Arthur Blank’s assault rifles |
| Look just like them shits that they shoot off of tanks |
| As we been gettin' money, my memory often draws a blank |
| If it’s beef, Chef Boyar Benton cook all the flakes |
| Yeah, you know the God can’t be boxed in |
| Bitch, I’m in top ten since I was signed with Hopsin |
| Drugs got me 'noyed, I feel like somebody watchin' |
| My circle gettin' small 'cause I feel like somebody plottin' |
| I lost a good friend who was sniffin' up oxycontin |
| Wish I knew you was depressed, now you stiff in that box, rottin' |
| I play the tough guy like I wasn’t suppressing fears |
| Thought I wasn’t good enough 'cause I wasn’t impressing peers |
| Now it’s fuck a favorite rapper, I’m the God |
| Used to look up to you niggas 'til I found out they all frauds |
| Yeah, I’m finna ride on my enemies |
| Fuck a drive-by, I’ll walk up on you, like «You remember me?» |
| After I kill 'em, I pray that I find some inner peace |
| My demons keep me up, swear to God, I cannot get any sleep |
| Yeah, uh, hail Mary |
| It’s and the bodies are well buried |
| Eh, somebody call a pastor |
| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters |
| Motherfucker |
| Closed minds in 2020 get close-lined |
| I feel like Reggie Miller holdin' up the choke sign |
| Grabbin' on my nuts while your lady’s sittin' court side |
| It’s 6am, but I got up around New York time |
| Woah, drop top Impala, I just got it washed |
| Still movin' 'cause everything has a rocky start |
| Try to jump me like Jodie and end up in the park |
| Line 'em up like baby boy, I gotta do my part |
| Sock 'em once, my hand hurt, but shit the plan worked |
| I’m doin' what I love, you niggas can’t stand work |
| I put my fans first, you can ask 'em, I don’t miss days |
| All I do is drip, ever since the Hopsin/SwizZz days |
| You crazy in the head if you ain’t feelin' me |
| I do this willingly off the top, excuse my hostility |
| My tendencies is always on your masters in this industry |
| They really lynch the mind, it took some time to get in the league |
| I know, Nat turned a mentality, he the GOAT |
| That’s when I learned a weak mind can get you hung by your throat |
| You gettin' attention but that don’t mean you’re the smartest |
| Smart visions can leave a smart nigga heartless |
| Everybody can see your secret apartment |
| A fake nigga don’t give a fuck 'bout the people that they crossin' |
| Workin' all day, I learned that shit the hard way |
| Don’t gamble with your life like a semi-game parlay |
| Never scared, we got ARs our way |
| They was plottin' on our downfall the hard way |
| Yeah, somebody call a pastor |
| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters |
| Motherfucker |
| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters |
| Motherfucker |
| Disobedient slave is 'bout to body all the masters |
| Motherfucker |
| -body all the masters |
| Motherfucker |
| -body all the masters |
| Motherfucker |