Kinderfeld lyrics

[VERSE 1 - Jarren Benton]

I scuffle with negative thoughts inside of my brain
The Brass-knuckle Bully I'm simply out of your range
They smuggling guns and furs up out the Ukraine
I put you inside of a hole like Saddam Hussein
My n*ggas looking at me like “Son are you sane”
What the f*ck are you saying, like I ain’t the one that's humane
My n*ggas from the swamps they didn't make it in Tulane
n*ggas into gruesome things introducing you to pain
Came out the gutter with the killers and the rejects
These n*ggas wildin, Yoppers that will drop a f*cking T-Rex
The nerves of you n*ggas stomp ya head in my Adidas
And repeat it just to make the murder scene look so egregious
Jesus how the f*ck we let the streets deceive us
And the fathers up and leave us, and they murder our leaders
And the pigs come and beat us, and the blood spill In liters, in the Mud with the creatures, keep a clutch on the heaters
So how the f*ck I’m feeling myself
And wake up every other day and think of killing myself
“J you gotta relax this ain't good for your health”
I remember all you n*ggas that wasn't lending him help
The best way to kill em is success
And when the tables turn and you see them n*ggas stressed
They go reach out for help but they ain't give you no respect
Tell em suck a f*cking di*k and keep your feet up on their neck
[VERSE 2 - Jarren Benton]

My Baby Mama think that I'm a Skitzo
I'm paranoid I go to sleep I cuddle with a pistol
I see death around the corner b*tch I make that sh*t official
n*ggas popping on the gram b*tch I will really come and get you
I cut a n*ggas head off like a samurai
From the school of hard knocks, I'm an alumni
sh*t get dark lord have mercy where the sunlight
That Miyagi Bonsai got a n*gga dumb high
Money over bullsh*t n*gga that's the motto
Trap Panther pull up with the stick just like M’ Baku
I’m just curving hoes and swerving pot holes
Muzzle on the nozzle split ya motherf*cking Taco
Sick mind, boy you must be higher than a zip line
If you think that you go pull up on me and just get mine
357 b*tch! Rick Grimes
n*ggas did time then went snitching like Six Nine
Go tell ya favorite rapper I said suck a di*k
New money and new phone who the f*ck is this
I came up from the bottom use to shovel sh*t
Now I done scratched a bunch of sh*t up off my bucket list
How them n*ggas make it out the slums, up in Vegas in the Palms, Getting naked with the blondes
Bite the hand that feed you I'm go break a n*ggas arm
It’s the bully motherf*cker here to take a n*ggas lunch