Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sega, artist - Jarren Benton.
Date of issue: 30.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sega |
We gon' step on niggas like a horse shoe |
Only raise the blade if I’m forced to |
I twist a rapper’s cap like a corkscrew |
I was wired wrong, I got a short fuse |
I turn a Quickit pig into pork stew |
I got a ton of problems I should sort through |
I keep it to myself with no support group |
Can’t depend on niggas to support you |
See the demons coming from the porch view |
Talking game to bitches like the sport’s news |
I been through it all and paid more dues |
And you fuck niggas, oh, the Lord knew |
All the self-loathin' from the poor moves |
Suicidal thoughts, I poured more booze |
Gotta shake it off before you for sure lose |
It ain’t over nigga, gotta push through |
Hope you pussy niggas had a good snooze |
Ain’t no code or ethics, fuck the hood’s rules |
That’s the Devil’s liar with the good rules |
I wake up to Hell to some good news |
All the pussy great but she can’t cook food |
If the bully wish a nigga would fool |
I stand on my words like a footstool |
I’m a stand up guy, I won’t be ostracized |
Whatever card was dealt, I gotta optimize |
Can’t let these niggas see you salt the sides |
'Cause they will chew you up and you’ll get tossed aside |
They will roll up on you and pop the nine |
It was Poppa-sized like Pac’s demise |
When the trust is dead, you’ve got to watch your guys |
'Cause they’ll be at your back with a pocket knife |
Uh, I ain’t playing a game with you fuck niggas |
Came out the gutter, now I’m up nigga |
Paranoid, no, I don’t trust niggas |
Do or say, you gonna do what nigga? |
Oh, I got something for the tough niggas |
Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang |
I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game |
SEGA |
SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA |
SEGA |
SEGA |
Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang |
I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game |
Bully sees that I ain’t come to play games |
I made it mamma, look, your son is deranged |
I’m John Rambo, bet the |
I’m countin' commas, I go dumb in the bank |
Had a date with death, go to prom with a shank |
Ain’t no limit, bitch, I might be armed with a tank |
Ain’t no one in bed to keep your palm on the cake |
That’s on God, if send me home, I’ma spray |
It’s Lord Benton, put the bag over bitches |
Respect the God, act religious |
You paranoid niggas actin' suspicious |
Get lose your life and |
I’ll make you famous, I might add a horrific |
Cataclysmic chopper, scatter your biscuit |
It’s going down and that’s a matter of physics |
Can’t count on niggas, I just add up my digits |
Watch for wires, I ain’t talkin' 'bout Idris |
These niggas snitches, they gon' tell all your business |
He took the stand, your man just turned to a witness |
I’m different, nigga, I don’t the statistics |
Thickness can’t be cured with |
I’m sorry bae, don’t mean to sound showmanistic |
Just give her dick, I don’t regret with the mistress |
I’m on they nick and I ain’t playin' with you bitches |
Uh, I ain’t playing a game with you fuck niggas |
Came out the gutter, now I’m up nigga |
Paranoid, no, I don’t trust niggas |
Do or say, you gonna do what nigga? |
Oh, I got something for the tough niggas |
Get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang |
I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game |
SEGA |
SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA, SEGA |
SEGA |
SEGA |
Get ready, set, aim, the chopper go bang |
I pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game |