Jarren Benton - Puttin' On lyrics

Hopsin said f** the label Dizzy he stuck with Dame SwizZz working on his album And me, b**h I'm still insane Popped a few pills to deal with the pain Prefer the money over fame She'll f** for a gram of c**aine Goddamn [?] Used to stand by the stove when the heat was off The preachers couldn't reach me what Jesus taught That's the same language that kept the slaves in line I walk out the house I'mma bring my nine I don't trust a broke n***a's frame of mind These f** n***as all wear the same designs I'm still the sh** through the change of times Toast to the real have a drink of wine I woke up like this, why the f** is you living? I take your life if you f** with my children Forensics came and scraped his brains of the ceiling I just f**ing dipped don't play with the [?] I'm just in this b**h to make me some millions f** the middle man we made us a k**ing Spilling liquor got a stain on my linen We give no f**s about the way that you feeling We the ones that got it popping n***a We go hard like ain't no options n***a Can't stop these choppers, get to chopping n***as f** the way you feeling We the ones that putting on Put on, put on, put on [x2] We the ones that putting on We the ones that putting on I put a hundred in her thong She let me f** cause I'm a rapper Send her back home with no make up on This game turned my heart to an icebox I used to wear Reeboks and [?] I still bump OutKast on my iPod When she throw that a** back I'm like "My god" I told that lil' b**h I got money to make How can I stomach the hate? f** around get a gun in your face Don't f** up your day and get punched in the face I walk in this b**h like I'm running the place b**h we still movin' you run in the place Kick down the door when we run through to say "I'm friends with the plug, I can front you the base" This sound like that dope in your veins Young n***a I notice your pain Days with no money had drove us insane Did so much d** I got holes in my brain Far from my circle we know you a lame We go so hard when we go in the paint This that new crack but the stove look the same Slow Motion 2 put your nose in this 'cain We the ones that got it popping n***a We go hard like ain't no options n***a Can't stop these choppers, get to chopping n***as f** the way you feeling We the ones that putting on Put on, put on, put on [x2] We the ones that putting on