SPIDER GANG feat. Wendigo, BRUHMANEGOD, CHRIST DILLINGER & MKULTRA -
No Effort (feat. Bruhmanegod, CHRIST DILLINGER & MKULTRA) - Single
No Effort (feat. Bruhmanegod, CHRIST DILLINGER & MKULTRA)
Got a knot of money, longer than a giraffe
Got a lot of guns like them dudes in Iraq
God bless the troops, god bless the nation
God sent the money cause every day I'm banking
I got hot hands, rolling 4, 5, 6
I'm from 845 where everyone rich
Mom rich, dad rich, I learned from the best
I'm playing with the money like I'm playing some chess
I'm playing with the money like this shit Monopoly
Am I the richest man alive? Probably
For dinner tonight, I had pasta and fried chicken
For dinner tonight, you had ketamine and a whippit
Pourin' up some shit that came out a French forest
I'm so damn Jewish, my name could be Lawrence
J's on my feet, got a new pair of Jordan 1s
Blue faces on me, I would never ever hold a one
Don't give a fuck what you say
Keep it moving every day
I'ma put this in your face
Doing what you didn't cause we did it the right way
Bitch we winning cause we did everything wrong
In any minute, make a million off a song
Eeny, miny, moe, bitch I pick 'em all
Doing everything in front of me, bouta hit it raw
Believe in your muthafuckin' self!
There ain't no voices in my head!
I must admit that I'm indifferent if they tryna get with me
Why these bitches always in the fuckin' show sittin' pretty?
I don't get it, everything sucks, everyone shitty
What a pity, come and get me when you see me in the city
What a pity, come and get me when you see me in the city
Witch house in my lungs like the bottom of a chimney
You the bottom of the barrel, you the bottom of the business
There's a boy or girl at every fuckin' function tryna get it
There's a rapper every corner, they ain't even worth a dime
Or a rhyme, so pretend that I ain't say none, fine?
She pull up on me, ain't no point in wearing makeup, why?
Cause she like the way I stunt and how I take what's mine
You on stage and everybody go away, what a huge surprise
I'm gettin' mine, and I'm real surprised that you still alive
We all ain't shit, just monkeys in the dirt, so nobody talk
You look dumb as hell tryna sell some shit that nobody want
You look dumb as hell tryna sell some shit that nobody buy
He fell in love cause he fucked the bitch, had to cut the ties
I be on the corner posted with the Jews and the Muslim guys
(I be on the corner posted with the Jews and the Muslim guys)
If you don't believe in yourself, then you're faggot
I believed all the weight into a Louis V jacket
I'ma keep believing in me till my eyes is growing maggots
Believed a little too hard, now I'm an opioid addict
Niggas doubting themselves, that shit gon' make me irate
Your depression brings me down, please get out my i8
I got a lot of bitches and they hips they gyrate
I'm in the studio with the richest man alive
You're a typical nigga, might as well shuck and jive
I be doin' what I want because I'm really alive
You're an NPC, I can see it in your eyes
Every day you wake up and you live a fucking lie
All your music fucking trash, I don't know why you try
When I heard your new song, it made me want to die
Every time I hear your music, it makes me want to cry
All your music's fucking gay like you had sex with a guy
Got a lot of guns like them dudes in Iraq
God bless the troops, god bless the nation
God sent the money cause every day I'm banking
I got hot hands, rolling 4, 5, 6
I'm from 845 where everyone rich
Mom rich, dad rich, I learned from the best
I'm playing with the money like I'm playing some chess
I'm playing with the money like this shit Monopoly
Am I the richest man alive? Probably
For dinner tonight, I had pasta and fried chicken
For dinner tonight, you had ketamine and a whippit
Pourin' up some shit that came out a French forest
I'm so damn Jewish, my name could be Lawrence
J's on my feet, got a new pair of Jordan 1s
Blue faces on me, I would never ever hold a one
Don't give a fuck what you say
Keep it moving every day
I'ma put this in your face
Doing what you didn't cause we did it the right way
Bitch we winning cause we did everything wrong
In any minute, make a million off a song
Eeny, miny, moe, bitch I pick 'em all
Doing everything in front of me, bouta hit it raw
Believe in your muthafuckin' self!
There ain't no voices in my head!
I must admit that I'm indifferent if they tryna get with me
Why these bitches always in the fuckin' show sittin' pretty?
I don't get it, everything sucks, everyone shitty
What a pity, come and get me when you see me in the city
What a pity, come and get me when you see me in the city
Witch house in my lungs like the bottom of a chimney
You the bottom of the barrel, you the bottom of the business
There's a boy or girl at every fuckin' function tryna get it
There's a rapper every corner, they ain't even worth a dime
Or a rhyme, so pretend that I ain't say none, fine?
She pull up on me, ain't no point in wearing makeup, why?
Cause she like the way I stunt and how I take what's mine
You on stage and everybody go away, what a huge surprise
I'm gettin' mine, and I'm real surprised that you still alive
We all ain't shit, just monkeys in the dirt, so nobody talk
You look dumb as hell tryna sell some shit that nobody want
You look dumb as hell tryna sell some shit that nobody buy
He fell in love cause he fucked the bitch, had to cut the ties
I be on the corner posted with the Jews and the Muslim guys
(I be on the corner posted with the Jews and the Muslim guys)
If you don't believe in yourself, then you're faggot
I believed all the weight into a Louis V jacket
I'ma keep believing in me till my eyes is growing maggots
Believed a little too hard, now I'm an opioid addict
Niggas doubting themselves, that shit gon' make me irate
Your depression brings me down, please get out my i8
I got a lot of bitches and they hips they gyrate
I'm in the studio with the richest man alive
You're a typical nigga, might as well shuck and jive
I be doin' what I want because I'm really alive
You're an NPC, I can see it in your eyes
Every day you wake up and you live a fucking lie
All your music fucking trash, I don't know why you try
When I heard your new song, it made me want to die
Every time I hear your music, it makes me want to cry
All your music's fucking gay like you had sex with a guy
Credits
Writer(s): Alexander Wacksman, Spider Gang, Wendigo
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