Analogic - No f**s to Give lyrics

[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] (What happened to Funk Volume n***a?) Ain't no more f**ing Funk Volume All you n***as get is Mr. Benton I got them p**y n***as sh**ting kittens I guillotine the f**ing competition I "what up" to my n***as still in prison I'm still drunk and high, I'm on prescription *Drugs* Jesus, who the f** I gotta sell my soul to to get it popping n***a And when you see me keep it moving show me love and don't ask me no questions about Hopsin n***a Oh lord I'm on my own I'm about to have a nervous breakdown Ass up face down that's the way the industry f** you n***a its east side a-town Full-turnt like a-town This the bully beat a motherf**er's a** on the playground Your homeboy like "Jesus he's a sick son of a b**h, a maniac, play dead, stay down" My homeboy still stirring up the pot Remember we didn't have a f**ing pot to piss in and we was sleeping on the cot Man n***a popping hoes eating up the co*k I got a new trap J's geeking on the rocks And that's a metaphor for rap weighing on the stop I snipe a n***a with a sniper rifle have him lookin like he JFK, the mothaf**a leaning out the drop like *pop* Yeah Tell these bad who*es Mr. Benton on the market I hops in a p**y and no I'm not talking 'bout Marcus I bodied a booth in the beat, oh now I smell a carca** I tear up the club, snap his neck, break his bones and his cartilage Jarren stop talking like that, oh my God you have children there I give a f** what you saying b**h we bout to be billionaires [Hook: Jarren Benton] I ran out all of my f**s to give We go so hard now they f**ing with this f** is you doing b**h, I'm not a human They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving I ran out all of my f**s to give We go so hard now they f**ing with this f** is you doing b**h, I'm not a human Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' n***a [Verse 2: Futuristic] Yeah Ran out of f**s to give, enough of this I hit you in your upper lip, if you ain't come for this Don't rush the kid, a MC going hammer don't touch my sh** With Jarren Benton, that's my n***a since 2-0-1-1 I'm running circles around you n***as, I'm playing duck duck Goose I've been on a mission for a million bucks And any model that's a fan probably getting f**ed With no label Yeah I got my own squad WTF gang hold it down no problem Wait that's only me I been thinking about bringing n***as on but these other rappers s** like a bl**job Hit a n***a til he needs a f**ing nose job I have him crying like a grandma watching soap op's You were holding a drink, don't spill it on me I slide you out your 3s [?] yelling opa! A young n***a, that Futuristic Dude the sickest, don't care who your clique is Wanna battle then you'll lose with quickness, lose your b**hes Still spitting like my f**ing tooth is missing Who you kidding , no f**s given in my verse Exterminating everybody, hailin' to the Germans I bet they all in they grave turning Think i give a f** then you got the wrong person [Hook: Jarren Benton] I ran out all of my f**s to give We go so hard now they f**ing with this f** is you doing b**h, I'm not a human They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving I ran out all of my f**s to give We go so hard now they f**ing with this f** is you doing b**h, I'm not a human Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' n***a [Verse 3: Chris Webby] (What's up with Homegrown, man?) You no Homegrown no more, I ain't got nobody by my side, yo Split with my management, now I am all by myself, don't even got a side hoe I flew from Connecticut end up with [?] like I'm 5-0 Then I moved in with my team to a spot that I couldn't afford, till' my debet was dry so Try to regroup [?] is a lie though Telling myself in my head it's alright, yo Page after page I would crumple it up and then throw it away I was losing my mind, yo I was pacing around in my studio punching the walls and the floor like a psycho Then I channeled my energy and dropped I Webby's Lab 2, now I'm back on my pyro With the fire like Spyro You can see the smoke rise from the street [?] [?] [?] Just a crazy white boy like in Peaky Blinders On seat reclining til my life is golden Now I'm on my lonesome No label, no financial backing, nobody a**isting promotions (No one!) But I gotta keep going I still got my homies that had me from Jump They still in the Sprinter we pa**ing the blunt When we hitting the road and we gripping these shows cause it's all that we know So we have to keep up with the schedule Show after show after festival Now I'm back counting my decimals Paying my taxes and stacking like I should have always been doing I've always been doing You live and you learn I'm expected to go from in debt to exceptional Money amounts in accounts and I'm k**ing it now I've taken the wheel back right before other people come run my business into the ground There ain't a f** I'mma give, yo Got my middle fingers up in the window In the ring til the day I die and that's word to Kimbo Jarren tell 'em how this sh** go [Hook: Jarren Benton] I ran out all of my f**s to give We go so hard now they f**ing with this f** is you doing b**h, I'm not a human They want your thousands, you gotta keep moving I ran out all of my f**s to give We go so hard now they f**ing with this f** is you doing b**h, I'm not a human Funk Volume's dead, but the bully keep movin' n***a