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.
W.H.W.
Jarren Benton Lyrics
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We like whatever
(K-K-Kato on the track, bitch)
She like whatever
I say whatever, however, whatever
I'm like whatever, however, whatever
We like whatever, however, whatever
I say whatever, however, whatever
Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever
Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however
We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever
Whatever, however, whatever
Okay, I'm back like fat bitch at a buffet
My God, Mister Benton, you're the shit I must say
Kill them all and then I peel off in the Mustang
Niggas ain't shit, but a towel bowl stain
Death to the label, disappointing y'all lames
Fuck an AK, I'll probably stick a fork in yo brains
Excuse me, bitch, while I powder my nose
While I'm gone to the bar tell them bring more drinks
Bullshit walks, the money talks
After I hit the pussy, ho, you have a funny walk
I ain't your average nigga with a gun and malt liquor
Hit a motherfucker, like a thunderbolt
I'm not a human being, I'm a poltergeist
Shoot a nigga, pop a wheelie on a motorbike
That bitch said you couldn't poke her right
So she lay the poker face, like it's poker night
I came turnt down
Loud, got my head spinning like a turn style
Let the booth on fire, let the bitch burn down
Get it ho niggas, while the bitch perm out
My niggas on weed, liquor, syrup, and dust
Remember? Motherfuckers never loved us
It's the 9536, niggas get bucked
Throw a chair at a motherfucker, tear the club up
I'm like whatever, however, whatever
We like whatever, however, whatever
She like whatever, however, whatever
I say whatever, however, whatever
Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever
Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however
We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever
Whatever, however, whatever
Okay, it's whatever, nigga, it can get ugly
Pull up in yo hood in a fucking dune buggie
Knock the horse off yo polo bugby
Couple screws loose, bitch, I'm so nutty
Ya, ditch digga for a bitch nigga
Fuck around and get disfigured
Get witter if I mix liquor
Throwing deuces at a whore, if she's not a dick licker
Sipping 1800 Silver
Bitch nigga better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia
Put them in a trunk, [?] blood in my interior
Bullets ring out, like I'm out in Syria
East side, 'til I'm floating in the deep sea
[?]
Throw a rapper off of high flights, watch his body fly
His body parts flip apart down of Fleet Street
Let a mark try me, like Dej Loaf
Turn his motherfucking brains in the egg yolk
Yeah, ho, you the type to let the feds know
Surrounded by a bunch of snake niggas like deathstroke
My niggas on weed, liquor, syrup, and dust
Remember? Motherfuckers never loved us
It's the 9536, niggas get bucked
Throw a chair at a motherfucker, tear the club up
I'm like whatever, however, whatever
We like whatever, however, whatever
She like whatever, however, whatever
I say whatever, however, whatever
Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever
Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however
We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever
Whatever, however, whatever
The lyrics of "W.H.W." by Jarren Benton feat. Sy Ari Da Kid are straightforward and quite aggressive. The song speaks about doing whatever it takes to get what you want, including pulling up on someone for money or a fling, fighting, and shooting to kill. The chorus repeats the phrase "whatever, however, whatever," emphasizing the theme of doing anything it takes to achieve your goals.
The first verse focuses on Jarren Benton's confidence and prowess, claiming that he can kill anyone and being dismissive of labels and others. He also mentions using drugs and alcohol to get through his life. The second verse follows a similar theme but is more focused on violence and aggression, with references to killing people and throwing chairs at them.
Overall, "W.H.W." is a dark and ominous song that speaks to the darker side of human nature. It emphasizes the need to do whatever it takes to get what you want, even if it means violence and aggression.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm like whatever
I don't care
We like whatever
We don't care
(K-K-Kato on the track, bitch)
Acknowledgement of a producer
She like whatever
She doesn't care
I say whatever, however, whatever
I don't care what happens
Pull up on that nigga for that money like whatever
I'll deal with him however I need to get the money
Pull up on your bitch only for the night, however
I'll only be with her for a short period of time
We can shoot it out, we can fight this, whatever
I don't care if it gets violent
Okay, I'm back like fat bitch at a buffet
I am present
My God, Mister Benton, you're the shit I must say
Compliment
Kill them all and then I peel off in the Mustang
I will take down my enemies and then leave
Niggas ain't shit, but a towel bowl stain
Insult
Death to the label, disappointing y'all lames
I don't like the label and its artists
Fuck an AK, I'll probably stick a fork in yo brains
I'll harm you in different ways
Excuse me, bitch, while I powder my nose
I need to go to the bathroom
While I'm gone to the bar tell them bring more drinks
I need more alcohol
Bullshit walks, the money talks
Actions speak louder than words
After I hit the pussy, ho, you have a funny walk
Sexual reference
I ain't your average nigga with a gun and malt liquor
I'm different from other guys
Hit a motherfucker, like a thunderbolt
Violence
I'm not a human being, I'm a poltergeist
I'm not normal
Shoot a nigga, pop a wheelie on a motorbike
More violence
That bitch said you couldn't poke her right
Sexual reference
So she lay the poker face, like it's poker night
She's keeping a straight face
I came turnt down
I'm not excited
Loud, got my head spinning like a turn style
The music is loud
Let the booth on fire, let the bitch burn down
I want to destroy the recording studio
Get it ho niggas, while the bitch perm out
Leave now while you still can
My niggas on weed, liquor, syrup, and dust
We're high
Remember? Motherfuckers never loved us
We've always been looked down upon
It's the 9536, niggas get bucked
My area code has violence
Throw a chair at a motherfucker, tear the club up
We cause chaos in nightclubs
Okay, it's whatever, nigga, it can get ugly
We're ready for violence
Pull up in yo hood in a fucking dune buggie
We're coming to your neighborhood
Knock the horse off yo polo bugby
Violent reference
Couple screws loose, bitch, I'm so nutty
I'm crazy
Ya, ditch digga for a bitch nigga
Insult
Fuck around and get disfigured
I'll harm you
Get witter if I mix liquor
I get more violent if I drink
Throwing deuces at a whore, if she's not a dick licker
Insult
Sipping 1800 Silver
Drinking alcohol
Bitch nigga better get familiar, Imma kill for my la familia
I'll harm you for my family
Put them in a trunk, [?] blood in my interior
More violence
Bullets ring out, like I'm out in Syria
Sound of gunfire
East side, 'til I'm floating in the deep sea
I'm loyal to my neighborhood
[?]
Lyrics unclear
Throw a rapper off of high flights, watch his body fly
Violent imagery
His body parts flip apart down of Fleet Street
More violent imagery
Let a mark try me, like Dej Loaf
I dare someone to challenge me
Turn his motherfucking brains in the egg yolk
Violent imagery
Yeah, ho, you the type to let the feds know
Insult
Surrounded by a bunch of snake niggas like deathstroke
People are untrustworthy
Lyrics © THE ADMINISTRATION MP
Written by: HRISTOPHER JU, JARREN BENTON, SY BROCKINGTON
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Mitch Follis
2020 and this hook is still stuck in my head 🔥
DotSevenFive
AM I THE ONLY ONE THAT THINKS THAT JARREN IS SO UNDERRATED
Elijah Akeem
Very
Ben Quirk
2 years later, still so underrated
NRK
Swift Fury im witchu
cnuffs
this hook... stays wit u thru the day
Ross
This is like any of Jarren's past songs, the only difference is the chorus and it's not even bad. People hear something different and they instantly start freaking out saying they hate it, yet I can tell the only reason people say they hate this is cause it has a "trap" type chorus which most of you "hate" only because you refuse to admit that you like it. The sound is a bit different, the material is the exact same. Stop complaining and enjoy the music.
LA Dub Z
Jarren brought technical rap skill to this song (as usual). To be honest I wouldnt mind more chorus/hooks like this if rappers would rap good on the verses like he did here
Paige Ward
Got dumped by the girl I fully expected to marry. Got played by the one other girl I loved. i don't expect pathetic sympathy. But this is the song that turned me into a monster. Thanks Jarren!
omgitsarabbit
crazy beat, sick flow from Jarren B! love this track!