Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Script, artist - Jarren Benton.
Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Script |
Yeah |
I said my goodbyes |
Lost some of the realest niggas in my life |
I know I’m a sinner, can’t repent to Christ |
They sellin' my soul, I’m gon' offer any price |
I gave 'em a option, yappa’s or the knife |
Anxiety kept me up on many nights |
Side with my bitch, yeah, I wasn’t committed |
She said she gon' dip, damn, my heart got omitted |
She got a new script, yeah, to deal with my feelin’s |
I know I should quit, yeah, it’s probably gon' kill 'em |
But fuck it I feel like I’m ready to die |
Notorious BIG, fuck a warning, run up and then leg on the fly |
The bully, you know, I’m no regular guy |
Pistol stuck to my side just like cellulite |
Ain’t tryna' come off like a stereotype |
But nigga’s did end up in burial sites |
But failure keep a nigga from reachin' the top |
I admit I felt like I was scared of those heights |
Pray that my kids don’t inherit my vice |
I made it, the reaper was sparin' my life |
Was losin' myself, damn near scarin' my wife |
Was doin' her wrong, couldn’t stare in her eyes |
I could feel somethin' in the air tonight |
You nigga’s didn’t listen to Jarren’s advice |
Oh, you ain’t survive in the jungle? |
Well, you ain’t prepared |
You nigga’s too scared of mic? |
Yeah |
I said my goodbyes |
Lost some of the realest niggas in my life |
I know I’m a sinner, can’t repent to Christ |
They sellin' my soul, I’m gon' offer any price |
I gave 'em a option, yappa’s or the knife |
Anxiety kept me up on many nights |
Man, I got bottles, and old school Impalas |
Got glizzy’s and yappa’s, bitch you get demolished |
That bitch gotta donk, but that hoe too snobbish |
My nigga welcome to the dark side |
Smell the fear when nigga’s let the sparks fly |
Hit the bottom, where the fuckin' sharks glide |
New beginning, Jason Voorhees part 5 |
Put my kids on her, like a park slide |
Swear the bitch’s top, will make your heart cry |
Swear to god, tell them niggas mark my, words, watch y’all let me march by |
It’s the school bully |
I’m a beast, right? |
On my way, while they sittin' seaside |
Shit, I fuckin' barely trust myself |
Instead, for you to cross me nigga? |
That’s when we slide |
12-piece, hot, deep-fried |
Shit been different since my uncle Keith died |
I don’t give a fuck about your street tithes |
This the big dog, from the East-side |
Benton, yeah |
Yeah |
I said my goodbyes |
Lost some of the realest niggas in my life |
I know I’m a sinner, can’t repent to Christ |
They sellin' my soul, I’m gon' offer any price |
I gave 'em a option, yappa’s or the knife |
Anxiety kept me up on many nights |
Side with my bitch, yeah, I wasn’t committed |
She said she gon' dip, damn, my heart got omitted |
She got a new script, yeah, to deal with my feelin’s |
I know I should quit, yeah, it’s probably gon' kill 'em |