The Way It Goes (feat. Planet VI)

Jarren Benton

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    East side ‘til I die ho, fuck you to my rivals
    Holy bible, assault, rifle
    I’m high as hell like micheal
    Jackson on propofol, tylenol, howdy y’all?
    Hatin’ niggas I'm ridin’ off
    In a spaceship on gold d's
    I freebased then od’d then I wake up in the er

    Why am I such a retard?
    Your girlfriend such a sweetheart
    She gave me head in a cheap car
    In the back seat, we are not alike
    I’m a monster with a gun sir in a trench coat
    Say one word to me wrong, then
    It’s click-clack, pow-pow, 6 feet under
    Yup, put a little coke in my nose
    Okay, I wanna fuck marilyn monroe
    If I can’t get the pussy I’ll be satistfied if she

    Let me put my dick on the side of her toes
    M.o.b., no time for hoes
    Dick hang like no time for clothes
    After I bust, vamonos then I’ll take these hoes at the domino’s
    I crumble those pussy rappers then stuff his ass in an envelope
    Shout out to my homeboys who can’t smoke because they’re on parole
    Pour beer on the bitches head while gettin’ head
    Get so high, forget my name
    She called me jarren, I slapped the ho, bitch this is fred

    I’m gettin’ bread like pillsbury
    The pussy can’t be real hairy
    If she looks like chewbacca with no clothes on, that’s real scary
    I put the beat in a body bag, then throw that shit in the crematory
    Mr bartender I’ll throw a molotov cocktail at your green ferrari
    My brains on the back of a milk box
    Fuck y’all, kick rocks
    The way that I murdered these verses
    Fuck it, you might as well say I killed hip-hop

    So tell that hatin’ nigga he can go and eat a dick
    Cause to be honest really I don’t give a shit
    I got a burner for my enemies and foes
    Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
    And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique
    Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch
    We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose
    Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes

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    Thank God for my grandma’s basement
    I coulda been livin’ on the pavement
    I woop a nigga's ass like texas walker and spaz on hoes like cavemen
    Nah nigga these ain’t ray-bans
    I’m throwed off bitch like rainman
    Made a pussy pop then breakdance
    ‘Til my dick kiss the holy ghost, bitch amen
    Christian dior my fragrance
    America caucasians’ favorite

    Nigger, put a fuckin’ rapper on a grill
    With a side of collard greens and ate ‘em
    I’m still tryna fuck candy latham, now I can probably fuck raven-
    Symoné, show up at her house at night with a side of that canadian bacon
    Yeah, as-salāmu 'alaikum, rambo gun bitch, spray ‘em
    Fuck y’all niggas still hatin’, fuck these hoes don’t save ‘em
    I keep a hat low like raiden, get blown with eddie van halen
    Knock-knock, anybody home in my head
    Y’all hoes know my fuckin' brain's vacant

    Bitch, I came off of a wu-tang, gettin’ paper like bruce wayne
    I got an asian ho that suck dick and do kung-fu like liu kang
    Blowin' gasoline and butane, my last album had 2 chainz
    Yeah I’m tryna eat every rapper
    I’m a fuckin’ beast on that food chain, bitch!
    So tell that hatin’ nigga he can go and eat a dick
    Cause to be honest really I don’t give a shit
    I got a burner for my enemies and foes
    Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
    And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique
    Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch
    We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose
    Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes

    It’s planet vi in this b-I-t-c-h and I see why I receive hate
    Cause even back when I was me how they couldn’t see
    May ironic, so sick that it makes ya vomit
    Ladies wanna fuck my pockets to make love to my wallet
    Instead they said if I hoppin’ on top of my dick like a rabbit
    Pull my plug in her socket sit back I just let hot rocket
    And you don’t know how we to drop it
    Is it a bird or is it a plane
    Bitch, I’m more like an unidentified flyin’ object, I’m alien fresh
    Now you can see how an alien dress
    Ain’t no time for takin’ a rest

    Cookin’ up raps when I’m in the both
    I might as well put my hair in net
    But I don’t think that they hearing me yet
    Should I yell, should I scream
    Just so you could know what the fuck I mean
    Didn’t nobody tell you that I’m crazy
    And I’m insane at the same damn time
    Since I was a baby it was my plan of makin’ the game mine
    Throwin’ up v-I, please do not mistake that for a gang sign

    And I’m a p.I.m.p., so you know that I only attract dimes
    I’m number eleven on top of the richter scale
    I’m killin’ the game and spittin’ them bars
    So I should get sent to jail
    I’m out of your league ho
    Now all I see is green, pockets on cee-lo
    Ballin’ on these foul ass niggas, fuck a free throw

    So tell that hatin’ nigga he can go and eat a dick
    Cause to be honest really I don’t give a shit
    I got a burner for my enemies and foes
    Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes
    And if you see me pullin’ up in with my clique
    Just know we came to go retarded in this bitch
    We got no manners, no respect, well I suppose
    Cause I know I know I know just the way it goes

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    Composition: 2 Hot 4 Tv and Jarren J Benton

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