No Effort
Bitch in there sleep
Right back on the motherfuckin' road after I lay this down
(Helluva made this beat baby)
Look, went to jail, didn't tell, got a couple letters
Bro on parole, strapped, on the run, and a felon
Fuck doing time, doing crime like they'll never catch us
Almost died driving drunk and still ain't learn my fuckin' lesson
So ain't shit I can tell him, pop me a pink
95 on the highway like I'm tryna escape
Full tank, pound of loud on a regular day
I used to dream about this shit when I had nowhere to stay
Now it ain't nothing to fuck my bitches in a whole 'nother state
Blunt to the face, counting cake, treat the pill like a steak
Promise when I get in mode, boy ain't nobody safe
Bro hit a bank, say when they catch him he ain't going away, okay
Thuggin' 'til the finish, ask our Momma to forgive us
Tell the world to suck our dick and aim this bitch at any witness
Born to die, we in the trenches, turn yo' shooter to my victim
If you love him, get him, 'cause I promise not to miss him
Bunch of cold hearted niggas gripping heaters in the car
We going crazy, tryna rip his ass apart
If you run into his fam, give them bitches our regards
I'm the King of the jungle, drop a nigga like I'm Scar
One time for my Momma, one time for my Pops
Free Cody, R.I.P Adam, Fuck the Cops, one time for Nyesi
R.I.P Jimel, Free Bang,caught a body, 25 in the feds
One time for myself, bitch I toot my own horn
Apply pressure, wish I die, but nigga never even saw me
Westside, chi nigga, plugged in Milwaukee
License plates from cross the country, running lights and got it on me
Me and bro was young as fuck, going stupid in a stolie
Shoutout to Smokey, that's a whole 'nother story
It's a honor if you know me, caught a case in South Dakota
Had a whole thing but they only found what I was smoking, dummy
Nothing major,five grams, 600
Arrested for the weed but he was mad about the money
Tryna figure out where I worked, he was hurt, I was lucky
If he would've searched my bag he probably punch me
Try again bitch, had them bands hid bitch
Caught me then you let me out, I'm finna strike again bitch
Only way I'm getting stopped is if I get killed
And since God can't die, we gon'play until I win, God
Right back on the motherfuckin' road after I lay this down
(Helluva made this beat baby)
Look, went to jail, didn't tell, got a couple letters
Bro on parole, strapped, on the run, and a felon
Fuck doing time, doing crime like they'll never catch us
Almost died driving drunk and still ain't learn my fuckin' lesson
So ain't shit I can tell him, pop me a pink
95 on the highway like I'm tryna escape
Full tank, pound of loud on a regular day
I used to dream about this shit when I had nowhere to stay
Now it ain't nothing to fuck my bitches in a whole 'nother state
Blunt to the face, counting cake, treat the pill like a steak
Promise when I get in mode, boy ain't nobody safe
Bro hit a bank, say when they catch him he ain't going away, okay
Thuggin' 'til the finish, ask our Momma to forgive us
Tell the world to suck our dick and aim this bitch at any witness
Born to die, we in the trenches, turn yo' shooter to my victim
If you love him, get him, 'cause I promise not to miss him
Bunch of cold hearted niggas gripping heaters in the car
We going crazy, tryna rip his ass apart
If you run into his fam, give them bitches our regards
I'm the King of the jungle, drop a nigga like I'm Scar
One time for my Momma, one time for my Pops
Free Cody, R.I.P Adam, Fuck the Cops, one time for Nyesi
R.I.P Jimel, Free Bang,caught a body, 25 in the feds
One time for myself, bitch I toot my own horn
Apply pressure, wish I die, but nigga never even saw me
Westside, chi nigga, plugged in Milwaukee
License plates from cross the country, running lights and got it on me
Me and bro was young as fuck, going stupid in a stolie
Shoutout to Smokey, that's a whole 'nother story
It's a honor if you know me, caught a case in South Dakota
Had a whole thing but they only found what I was smoking, dummy
Nothing major,five grams, 600
Arrested for the weed but he was mad about the money
Tryna figure out where I worked, he was hurt, I was lucky
If he would've searched my bag he probably punch me
Try again bitch, had them bands hid bitch
Caught me then you let me out, I'm finna strike again bitch
Only way I'm getting stopped is if I get killed
And since God can't die, we gon'play until I win, God
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Writer(s): Reject Da Illest
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