Puttin' On - Jarren Benton

Hopsin said fuck the label

Dizzy he stuck with Dame

SwizZz working on his album

And me, bitch I’m still insane

Popped a few pills to deal with the pain

Prefer the money over fame

She’ll fuck for a gram of cocaine

Goddamn fame is such a cool thing

Used to stand by the stove when the heat was off

The preachers couldn’t reach me what Jesus taught

That’s the same language that kept the slaves in line

I walk out the house I’mma bring my nine

I don’t trust a broke nigga’s frame of mind

These fuck niggas all wear the same designs

I’m still the shit through the change of times

Toast to the real have a drink of wine

I woke up like this, why the fuck is you living?

I take your life if you fuck with my children

Forensics came and scraped his brains off the ceiling

I just fucking dipped don’t play with the feelings

I’m just in this bitch to make me some millions

Fuck the middle man we made us a killing

Spilling liquor got a stain on my linen

We give no fucks about the way that you feeling

We the ones that got it popping nigga

We go hard like ain’t no options nigga

Can’t stop these choppers, get to chopping niggas

Fuck the way you feeling

We the ones that putting on

Put on, Put on, Put on, (x2)

We the ones that putting on

We the ones that putting on

I put a hundred in her thong

She let me fuck cause I’m a rapper

Send her back home with no make up on

This game turned my heart to an icebox

I used to wear Reeboks and Izods

I still bump OutKast on my iPod

When she throw that ass back I’m like «My god»

I told that lil' bitch I got money to make

How can I stomach the hate?

Fuck around get a gun in your face

Don’t fuck up your day and get punched in the face

I walk in this bitch like I’m running the place

Bitch we still movin' you running in place

Kick down the door when we run through to say

«I'm friends with the plug, I can front you the base»

This sound like that dope in your veins

Young nigga I notice your pain

Days with no money had drove us insane

Did so much drugs I got holes in my brain

Far from my circle we know you a lame

We go so hard when we go in the paint

This that new crack but the stove look the same

Slow Motion 2 put your nose in this 'cain

We the ones that got it popping nigga

We go hard like ain’t no options nigga

Can’t stop these choppers, get to chopping niggas

Fuck the way you feeling

We the ones that putting on

Put on, Put on, Put on, (x2)

We the ones that putting on