Effortless
Effortless, call us aggressive intelligence
Hussle my artist and I'm the executive
Buy us a spot in Connecticut
Come from the block with an etiquette
It's never lie to the fellowship
We just survivin' the elements
But I had my eye on some better shit
I pour up my problems irrelevant
I come from sippin' and sellin' it
Big in the streets, I'm a elephant
Blow the brain, push the pedal in
I jumped in the game, got my Letterman
Jumped in the game, I was true to it
We don't ever really lose lose, do it for Uzi and deuce deuce
This one a lay up, fucked lil' bitch and then break up
I sip drank then I left, I can't think without syrup
Feel the pain in my verse, got the game from the curb
You weren't there when it hurt, wore my chain in the church
VS everything, VS make 'dem Rollies stand out
Came up in the game different, my approach was planned out
I want everything nigga, I just don't want no handouts
Hoes will arm themselves, and that's all, I still can't get the sayin' out
Whole lotta sneak dissin', and politicking that shit gone get you layin' down
And my nigga gone, it make Christmas sad now
How I'm 'posed to be gettin' better at it? This shit gettin' bad now
Ain't no pressure young nigga, yeah, yeah
Don't be so mad at us, all of my talents, it rep for Los Angeles
You should be proud of us, I'm the one came to put on from the land of the scandalous
Use my advantages, I ain't get pick for this shit, I was takin' a stab at it
That make me passionate, that let me know when I gas, you niggas can't handle it
Anytime you gotta murk the Devil
Enterprise, you gotta work together
More Cuban links and more German pedals
Know the game, it got certain levels
Know the bosses rock certain bezels
I ain't got the time, I got a certain schedule
You gotta fuck lil' mama in a certain bedroom
And if she a diamond, I'm the perfect pressure
They put it all on me, that pressure don't fall on me
I pull up when she call on me, I pull up with my big dog
Take my watch of my wrist though
All that pain, it gon' hit y'all, choppa shakin' the clip off
Sip on drink 'til I bleed it, got my gang on my fitted
Fuck lil' hoe and admit it, fuck lil' hoe, and I'm litty
Out the gate undefeated, metro fuck up my breathin'
We don't spend on middle men, we want the whole thing
All I want bitch on bitch, my bitch go both ways
White dick, lick me up, okay
Monthly trips, sales stacking money, just so I can go away
Can't trust a bitch, bitch let her get to a nigga, both ways
True religions 'fore I blew up, world paid
My prescription, yeah, we boost up, all paid
They put they weight on me
Y'all niggas stayed on it
They want me gone gone
Niggas is plannin' on it
But they gotta wait on it, this shit ain't a game for me
You got a lot of mouths to feed, I got the same motive
Ain't gotta explain for me, just don't put your blame on me
But that's just a part of the game, and I ain't ashamed for it
I was taught to remain humble, and apply in the same hustle
Take me for a loaded wall in the kitchen while he making the 'caine bubble
Why I feel like the grave love us? Why I feel like the pain numb us?
Why I feel like we started off tight but nowadays, we ain't brothers?
Hussle my artist and I'm the executive
Buy us a spot in Connecticut
Come from the block with an etiquette
It's never lie to the fellowship
We just survivin' the elements
But I had my eye on some better shit
I pour up my problems irrelevant
I come from sippin' and sellin' it
Big in the streets, I'm a elephant
Blow the brain, push the pedal in
I jumped in the game, got my Letterman
Jumped in the game, I was true to it
We don't ever really lose lose, do it for Uzi and deuce deuce
This one a lay up, fucked lil' bitch and then break up
I sip drank then I left, I can't think without syrup
Feel the pain in my verse, got the game from the curb
You weren't there when it hurt, wore my chain in the church
VS everything, VS make 'dem Rollies stand out
Came up in the game different, my approach was planned out
I want everything nigga, I just don't want no handouts
Hoes will arm themselves, and that's all, I still can't get the sayin' out
Whole lotta sneak dissin', and politicking that shit gone get you layin' down
And my nigga gone, it make Christmas sad now
How I'm 'posed to be gettin' better at it? This shit gettin' bad now
Ain't no pressure young nigga, yeah, yeah
Don't be so mad at us, all of my talents, it rep for Los Angeles
You should be proud of us, I'm the one came to put on from the land of the scandalous
Use my advantages, I ain't get pick for this shit, I was takin' a stab at it
That make me passionate, that let me know when I gas, you niggas can't handle it
Anytime you gotta murk the Devil
Enterprise, you gotta work together
More Cuban links and more German pedals
Know the game, it got certain levels
Know the bosses rock certain bezels
I ain't got the time, I got a certain schedule
You gotta fuck lil' mama in a certain bedroom
And if she a diamond, I'm the perfect pressure
They put it all on me, that pressure don't fall on me
I pull up when she call on me, I pull up with my big dog
Take my watch of my wrist though
All that pain, it gon' hit y'all, choppa shakin' the clip off
Sip on drink 'til I bleed it, got my gang on my fitted
Fuck lil' hoe and admit it, fuck lil' hoe, and I'm litty
Out the gate undefeated, metro fuck up my breathin'
We don't spend on middle men, we want the whole thing
All I want bitch on bitch, my bitch go both ways
White dick, lick me up, okay
Monthly trips, sales stacking money, just so I can go away
Can't trust a bitch, bitch let her get to a nigga, both ways
True religions 'fore I blew up, world paid
My prescription, yeah, we boost up, all paid
They put they weight on me
Y'all niggas stayed on it
They want me gone gone
Niggas is plannin' on it
But they gotta wait on it, this shit ain't a game for me
You got a lot of mouths to feed, I got the same motive
Ain't gotta explain for me, just don't put your blame on me
But that's just a part of the game, and I ain't ashamed for it
I was taught to remain humble, and apply in the same hustle
Take me for a loaded wall in the kitchen while he making the 'caine bubble
Why I feel like the grave love us? Why I feel like the pain numb us?
Why I feel like we started off tight but nowadays, we ain't brothers?
Credits
Writer(s): Ermias Asghedom, John Wesley Groover, Altariq Crapps, Michael Cox
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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