Sega Lyrics – Jarren Benton
Singer: Jarren Benton
Title: Sega
We gon’ step on n#gg#s 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#gg#s 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#gg#s, oh, the lord knew
All the self-loathin’ from the poor moves
Suicidal thoughts, i poured more booze
Gotta shake it off of you for sure, loser
It ain’t ovеr n#gg#, gotta push through
Hope you p#ss# n#gg#s had a good snooze
Ain’t no code or еthics, f#ck 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 p#ss# great but she can’t cook food
If the bully wish a n#gg# 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#gg#s 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 f#ck n#gg#s
Came out the gutter, now i’m up n#gg#
Paranoid, no, i don’t trust n#gg#s
Do or say, you gonna do what n#gg#?
Oh, i got something for the tough n#gg#s
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, b#tch, i might be armed with a tank
Ain’t no one in bed and 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#gg#s 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#gg#s, i just add up my digits
Watch for wires, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout idris
These n#gg#s snitches, they gon’ tell all your business
He took the stand, your man just turned to a witness
I’m different, n#gg#, 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 b#tches
Uh, i ain’t playing a game with you f#ck n#gg#s
Came out the gutter, now i’m up n#gg#
Paranoid, no, i don’t trust n#gg#s
Do or say, you gonna do what n#gg#?
Oh, i got something for the tough n#gg#s
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
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