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jarren benton - sega lyrics

[verse 1]
we gon’ step on n+ggas 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 n+ggas to support you
see the demons coming from the porch view
talking game to b+tches like the sport’s news
i been through it all and paid more dues
and you f+ck n+ggas, 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 surе lose
it ain’t over n+gga, gotta push through
hope you p+ssy n+ggas had a good snoozе
ain’t no code or ethics, f+ck the hood’s rules
that’s the devil’s liar with the good rules
i wake up to h+ll to some good news
all the p+ssy great but she can’t cook food
if the bully wish a n+gga 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 n+ggas 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
[pre+chorus]
uh, i ain’t playing a game with you f+ck n+ggas
came out the gutter, now i’m up n+gga
paranoid, no, i don’t trust n+ggas
do or say, you gonna do what n+gga?
oh, i got something for the tough n+ggas
get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
i pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game

[chorus]
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

[verse 2]
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, b+tch, 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 b+tches
respect the god, [?] act religious
you paranoid n+ggas 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 n+ggas, i just add up my digits
watch for wires, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout idris
these n+ggas snitches, they gon’ tell all your business
he took the stand, your man just turned to a witness
i’m different, n+gga, i don’t [?] the statistics
thickness can’t be cured with [?]
i’m sorry bae, don’t mean to sound showmanistic
just give her d+ck, i don’t regret with the mistress
i’m on they nick and i ain’t playin’ with you b+tches
[pre+chorus]
uh, i ain’t playing a game with you f+ck n+ggas
came out the gutter, now i’m up n+gga
paranoid, no, i don’t trust n+ggas
do or say, you gonna do what n+gga?
oh, i got something for the tough n+ggas
get ready, set, aim, my chopper go bang
i pop out your brain, ain’t playing no game

[chorus]
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

- jarren benton lyrics

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