As a lyricist, Jarren has been compared to various artists such as Ludacris, Eminem, and Red Man. At age 6, he discovered his love for hip hop. While other kids piss their beds, Jarren would stay up late, past midnight, to record “The Fresh Party,” a local Atlanta Hip Hop radio show. Soon Jarren began to write his own rhymes and by the time he reached 10 years old, he was a premature beast on the mic. Jarren’s arsenals of talent also includes production and live performance skills. For the past seven years, Jarren had been producing and writing his own music in addition to producing tracks for other local Atlanta artists. With a sick live show that puts other rappers to shame, Jarren refined and mastered this art having performed at various open mics and showcases, such as the Southeastern Music Conference and Atlantis Music Festival.
Growing up in a house hold with no father figure, Hip Hop was like a second parent to Jarren. Obsessed with breaking into the music industry, he dropped out of high school to pursue his musical career. Unfortunately, since then it’s been a downward spiral. With no education behind him it has been difficult to find a career that will allow him to support his family and satisfy his thirst for making music. Frustrated with his adversities and the current state of Hip Hop, its do or die for Jarren. With the ability to KILL any competition that comes, his way he is destined to make it. Jarren Benton is the future of hip hop, a legend in the making. Be on the look out for this new “king of the south.” Don’t sleep or you will regret it.
Don’t Need You
Jarren Benton Lyrics
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You already know I'm going all in
It ain't hard to see this is my calling
Let's just be honest, I would like to pass two years
I been running shit but I was only jogging
Haters steady dogging, getting information from the blogging
Kill the bullshit, you better chalk it, thinking that I lost it
Back when I was sipping water from the faucet (raw shit)
I'ma fuck around and have to let it loose
I am not the tunnel that be hidden you, I'm on another motherfucking pedestal
I ain't playing with this rap shit, where he at?
I'ma split his fucking head in two, your career has been a lie
You been copping rentals back at Enterprise
I ain't never had to go pretend to fly, I could pull up on a bitches side
A fucking Toyota Corolla and I'm betting you that she gon' fucking get inside
I ain't even gotta make a sentence rhyme
I ain't gon' pretend this ain't a genocide
I ain't gon' pretend my nuts are minimized
I ain't gon' pretend that I ain't driving and I'll join you
Back when I was going hammy with the mini size
Y'all ain't got a business mind, y'all don't see the vision I paint
If you go against the grain you getting penalized
So you better pick a side 'fore I had to go and let the missiles fly
You know I'm only in it just to get the prize, tell 'em
I gotta get it and go
Where were you when I was broke?
Say what's a snake to a bird
Oh yeah that's the end of the goal
I got no time to be lollygagging
I'm on a mission to blow
You niggas prayed it would never happen
I was just hoping you know
I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you
It's funny how niggas act when you down and out
Ay where the fuck were you dog when we were grinding out
Like I ain't the shit oh you just count 'em out
I'm back for revenge I needed time to bounce
Back on you niggas like in a new ball
Middle finger go up to a couple blogs
And a couple of fuckboys talking dumbshit when they log
On they mothers laptop get a spike back to your jaw
And I don't give a shit if you came directly from God's dick
I hope your pilot have a seizure in the cockpit
Your plane crashed or kill a hoe, you hostage
Sodomize you with a broom handle or a mop stick
I hope they beat you in the moshpit
Bash your fucking head with a yardstick
Oh this is what you want, you want that dark shit?
Hate life for leaving nigga with his heart ripped
Just a while ago it was all smiles
A bunch of fake niggas, dog I'm so proud (I'm proud of you man)
I see you on the magazine, oh wow (congratulations)
Oh you don't want a nigga you gon' blow now
When Hop said nigga fuck Funk Volume
Then you Trumps stopped calling
And a nigga had to get it on his own
And you bitches didn't bother
Had to get it from the bottom
Where the fuck were you bitch nigga?
I gotta get it and go
Where were you when I was broke?
Say what's a snake to a bird
Oh yeah that's the end of the goal
I got no time to be lollygagging
I'm on a mission to blow
You niggas prayed it would never happen
I was just hoping you know
I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you
Yeah and these bitches acting funny too
I know that money rules
The only thing that'll comfort you
Never trust again, I'll never get that comfortable
Ain't no friends in this game, they ain't honorable
I juggle chainsaw blades in this carnival
Nigga I'm a carnivore, bone collector connoisseur
Cutting off your motherfucking head with a katana whore
I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you
In this song, Jarren Benton raps about his determination to pursue his musical career, his struggles to get there, and his mistrust of fake friends. He starts by acknowledging his calling and his previous slow but steady success. He is aware of the people who criticize him but asserts his focus on winning, which he has been pursuing since even before his success. He is confident in his abilities and his standing in the rap game. In the following verse, Benton expresses his anger and sense of betrayal towards people who did not support him when he was struggling. He denounces any fake friends who now approach him and criticizes the entire music industry for its fickleness. He doesn't mince words and touches on dark subjects.
The hook "I don't really need you" is a declaration of independence from those who doubted him or abandoned him. Benton mixes his aggression with humor, irony, and introspection, often shifting from harsh verses to less intense ones. His lyrics are augmented by the beat produced by Kato, which showcases different moods and tones throughout the song.
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave
Written by: Jarren Benton, Chris Cargill, Evans Desir, Thomas Vittrup, Marcus Jamal Hopson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
_Zen_ Broken_
[Intro]
K-K-Kato on the track bitch
[Verse 1: Hopsin]
You already know I'm going all in
It ain't hard to see this is my calling
Let's just be honest, over like the past two years
I been running shit but I was only jogging
Haters steady dogging, getting information from the blogging
Kill the bullshit, you better chalk it, thinking that I lost it
I done had my mind on the prize
Back when I was sipping water from the faucet (raw shit)
I'ma fuck around and have to let it loose
I am not the tunnel to be headin' through
I'm on another motherfucking pedestal
I ain't playing with this rap shit
Where he at I'ma split his fucking head in two
Your career has been a lie
You been copping rentals back at enterprise
I ain't never had to go pretend to fly
I could pull up on a bitch inside a fucking Toyota Corolla
And I'm betting you that she go fucking get inside
I ain't even gotta make a sentence rhyme
I ain't go pretend this ain't a genocide
I ain't go pretend my nuts are minimized
I ain't go pretend that I ain't drop knowledge on you back
When I was going heavy when the menace eyes
Y'all ain't got a business mind, y'all don't see the vision I paved
If you go against the grain you're getting penalized
So you better pick a side 'fore I have to go and let the missiles fly
You know I'm only in it just to get the prize, tell 'em
[Hook: Jarren Benton]
I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you
[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
It's funny how niggas act when you down and out
Ay where the fuck were you dog when we were grinding out?
Like I ain't the shit oh you just count him out
I'm back for revenge I needed time to bounce
Back on you niggas like a new ball
Middle finger go up to a couple blogs
And a couple fuck boys talking dumb shit
When they log on they mothers laptop get a spiked bat to your jaw
And I don't give a shit if you came directly from God's dick
I hope your pilot have a seizure in the cockpit
Your plane crash, or a killer hold you hostage
Sodomize you with a broom handle or a mop stick
I hope they beat you in a mosh pit
Bash his fuckin' head with a yard stick
Oh this is what you want, you want that dark shit?
A life will leave a nigga with his heart ripped
Just a while ago it was all smiles
A bunch of fake niggas, dog I'm so proud (I'm proud of you man)
I seen you on a magazine, oh wow (congratulations)
Oh you on Warner nigga you go blow now (yeah)
When Hop said nigga fuck Funk Volume
Then you chumps stopped callin'
And a nigga had to get it on his own
And you bitches didn't bother
Had to get it from the bottom
Where the fuck were you bitch nigga?
[Pre-Chorus: Evans Desir]
I gotta get it and go
Where were you when I was broke?
Say what's a snake to a bird
Oh yeah that's dinner to go
I got no time to be lollygaggin'
I'm on a mission to blow
You niggas prayed it would never happen
I was just hoping you know
[Hook: Jarren Benton]
I don't really need you (I don't, I guess, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
Nigga I don't really need you (I don't, old pussy ass nigga)
I don't really need you (yeah)
I don't really need you
[Verse 3: Jarren Benton]
Yah, and these bitches actin' funny too
I know that money rules
The only thing that will comfort you
Never trust again, I'll never get that comfortable
Ain't no friends in this game, they ain't honorable
I juggle chainsaw blades in this carnival
Nigga I'm a carnivore, bone collector connoisseur
Cutting off your mother fuckin' head with a katana whore
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CDTVProductions
You guys killed this
Killy Anne
Tell your fockin twin to react to yuck fou or TA13OO
Bobby
Did you do a reaction video man?
Emilio Morales
CDTVProductions same producer. Kato on the track!!!
Pro Nation
Hell yeah they did
Mortal Retro
CDTVProductions fuck yes they did! I love every song by Jarren! I'm subbed to you bro was actually gonna request that you check jarren out
Badguy Birdie
Jarren is honestly so slept on.
Kb
Toasty-J No dought, the way he plays with his lyrics is dope
J B
Toasty-J for real tho he’s the only reason cardi b is famous
nls 96
Silence is really one of my fav songs by him shit spoke to me after my dad died