Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Script , by - Jarren Benton. Release date: 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 |