Black Rob - Jarren Benton

Woah

Benton, Black Rob

Woah, yeah

Yeah (Kill the Coyote), uh

Black blood spill on cotton fields

Dead slave, owners keep my pockets filled

Whip the block and keep the Glock concealed

Grave digger, I got plots to fill

Mama used to stress about them doctor bills

Trap Panther, bitch, I’m Bobby Seales

Your melanin’ll get your brains blown on your dashboard

Bitch, that’s why we kneel

Government, guns, and God

She just fucked the Entourage

I’m adios, hey, baby, bon voyage

I’m flexin' on 'em,

I hang with the apes in the jungle

Gotta load up the K

You never know if they gon roll up and spray

The game cold,

They went for hell and I have nowhere to stay

The god, Benton, baby, you better pray

The devil working, we can’t lose our faith

I got trust issues, keep the tool by the waist

I’m boxing demons, they say

Niggas turned to rats that used move out the base

Shit got popping when I flew out the A

Never gave a fuck about what you got to say

Nigga, play the back or move the fuck out the way

Woah, yeah

Crème de la crème

May father forgive me for all of my sins

But I’m going in like I’m out for revenge, I might hit 'em like

Woah, yeah, don’t mean to sound grim

I count on one hand who I’m callin' my friends

Say fuck all you niggas, ayy, pardon my Fren', count the money like

Woah, yeah

The crème de la crème

May father forgive me for all of my sins

I roll up on niggas and hop out the Benz and I hit 'em like

Woah, yeah, don’t mean to sound grim

I count on one hand who I’m callin' my friends

Say fuck all you niggas, ayy, pardon my French, we get to it like—

Wanna meet your maker?

I can make that shit formal

No church inside the wild, ayy, fuck all the morals

My niggas bakin' pies, and that’s no DiGiorno

The mink coat killer, bitch, I’m not normal

I’m Leatherface, spray the Drac' out the Wraith

scrape his brain off the drapes

Point blank nature, peeled off, escaped

Bunch of fuck niggas, oh, I feel out of place

Been socially distant, bitch, way before COVID

I’m weary of people, don’t know niggas motives

Been killin' shit for years and you niggas know it

Don’t let me die before you give me my roses

Like my pussy clean and my presidents dead, yeah

No mercy for rappers, I pull up and pop off your top just like Pez, yeah

Mouth full of gold, it’s that crack on the stove

Back on the wall, niggas know I don’t fold

One day you here and the next day you ghost

I’m greedy, whatever,

I stick to the code and I follow the oaths

I’m different from niggas while y’all do the most

They left me for dead, I was out in the cold

, got my foot on their throat, they like

Woah, yeah

Crème de la crème

May father forgive me for all of my sins

But I’m going in like I’m out for revenge, I might hit 'em like

Woah, yeah, don’t mean to sound grim

I count on one hand who I’m callin' my friends

Say fuck all you niggas, ayy, pardon my Fren', count the money like

Woah, yeah

The crème de la crème

May father forgive me for all of my sins

I roll up on niggas and hop out the Benz and I hit 'em like

Woah, yeah, don’t mean to sound grim

I count on one hand who I’m callin' my friends

Say fuck all you niggas, ayy, pardon my French, we get to it like

Woah