Correction Lyrics Work of Art by Jarren Benton

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Yo, this your boy DJ Paul, KOM
Man, what the f**k's up with these n***as, man?
Since when is it cool to be a b*t*h ass n***a, huh?
What happened to all the real n***as?
n***as that would pull up and blast your motherf**kin' ass by the parking meter
Not put you on blast on social media
How the f**k is beatin' pu**y the old days
And bein' a pu**y is the new wave?
It was easier to find Bin Laden in a motherf**kin' cave across seas
Than to find a real n***a on your own motherf**kin' street
'Cause they lockin' em all up and throwin' away the key
Then you got the ones that's safe, the ones that'll tell us, they say
Not the ones that's rebellious, they said
"Hide them motherf**kers"
I say f**k all these motherf**kin' f**k ass, sucka ass, fake ass
Motherf**kin' b*t*h n***as out here
Mafia

I got a queen by my side, b*t*h, I don't need a side chick
f**k you and your fake ass, f**k you and your fake tits
Who give a f**k if I'm rich? I don't need autotune
Boy, don't play with my pitch
Boy, don't f**k with my drip
This the sh*t that they missed, I'm out here signin' like Flint
This as real as it get, I want my kids to be great
I don't want my kids to be straight, I want my kids to own things
I don't want my kids to own rings, I want my kids to own teams
I don't want my kids to be blind, I don't want my kids to get signed
I want my kids to go grind, and find what they lack inside
Then be surrounded by like minds, look
n***as prob'ly like, "that's too deep", but that's the burden
When you're wise enough to move sheep
You can manifest a dream, but you're too sleep
Everybody see the problem, only few speak
All of you n***as is corny, still ain't find your swag and you up in your 40s, be wifin' a stripper that's f**kin' the homies
And duckin' outta takin' care of your shorty, clown
It's like somehow the real n***as and lame n***as just switched positions, I just don't get it
But I will never conform so if you don't f**k with me
Don't make me no difference
I will not make music that send you to prison
Or have you strung out, I see the bigger picture
This world is scarin' me, real is a rarity, sellin' your soul
For a lil' popularity, ugh

I been at odds with God
I had my heart discard, that turned me dark and scarred
It was go hard or starve, listen
I tried to murder myself, but I was too pu**y to die
They tried to push me aside, I had to fight my way out of the hole Though it took me some time, homicide on my mind
n***as die in they prime, so I ride with my iron
The irony, n***as could die anytime
Don't know when the reaper gon' dial up your line
They twist off your cap like a bottle of Hein'
Watch how they throw shade, they want all of your shine
Snakes in the field, it's like all different kind
You paranoid, Jarren, that's all in your mind
b*t*h, I won't be fine until all of 'em dying
Homicide, homicide, gonna die, gun or knife
Y'all n***as are b*t*hes, I hunt 'em on a summer night (ugh)
The blade feel sharp as a piranha bite
And she gon' do the most with a hundred [?]
f**k y'all n***as, oh you want advice?
When the gun go (bang), run for ya life
These n***as pray on your demise
[?], word to the wise (wicked)
No morals or ethics, these n***as so pu**y
They'll prob'ly get pregnant
From GA to Texas my n***as connected
However you want it, you know you can get it
I come for your head, you get scratched off my checklist
I eat 'em for breakfast like Chex Mix
b*t*h, I am sicker than tetanus, I pull up and pop pop
And knock off your block just like Tetris
b*t*h

The cooning's always been there. People know when they're cooning (people know when they're cooning)
It-It takes practice to be a coon
They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad
They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad
They don't even know they're brainwashed, it's sad
And you know, there was a time when you could justify that by saying, "Well, there's nothing else we can do. We have to do this, the people will not pay us to do anything but this", but that's not true anymore; you don't have to do that now
If you do that now, you're making a choice

Look, what do you see when you look in the mirror?
What you expect when you look to emir?
Man is your god and you manically vie for position
Opinions are what you hold dear
Y'all n***as lookin' at me like I'm weird
My life is mine, I don't live for my peers
I periodically react methodically
Turn all you bull-headed n***as to steers
I stay away from the highs and the lows
I keep it even despite what is chose
Regardless of whether I win or I lose it
Put it in music to channel my soul
Sold and it seems like a fabric
You're not a MC, you're an addict
You're not a asset, you're elastic
Every facet of your life is flaccid
Back in the house with it, last in the game
If you last in your lane and you all like to sing
n***as just follow the same, f**k a melody
Won't get a pass 'cause you rappin' Usain
I see my life as a singular mission
Beat all you pussies into a submission
Beat out the best and I took every test
And I brokered a part to improve my condition
Y'all been conditioned to follow these trends
I've been commissioned to scholar your pen
I'm an anomaly, I'm the new prodigy
No man is safe from what's hidin' within
No one can find where the real n***as dwell
Y'all rather follow these whistles and bells
We the new standard, we firmly demand it
We ain't gotta [?]

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