Spider Gang – INTRO

Spider Gang – INTRO Lyrics

Artist: Spider Gang
Song: INTRO

There is nothing wrong with your television set
Do not attempt to adjust the picture
We are controlling transmissions
Eight legs move on the ceiling, eight legs, eight legs move on the ceiling

Moving unseen in the dark, uh, feelings, moving unseen in the dark, uh, feelings
I feel like a spider that got human feelings, I feel like a spider way I get so fly
Way I eat so good and way I get so high, I got all this time and I spend it wise
Control of perception is possible, they got you on a stick like a popsicle

You are your only obstacle, you are your only obstacle
Yeah, big bankrolls, buy more stuff, other human beings don’t like you enough
Eat like sh#t, heart grow cold, break your bones tryna fit in the mold
Suck my dick, make my night, you don’t know sh#t, I know I’m right

Braindead m#th*rf#ck*rs suckin’ up life like a vampire, I got nothing in me but fight
Yeah, yeah, that’s my problem, y’all couldn’t f#ck with me
Too many people wanted me dead, catching up with me
Now every time I get in the bed they what’s up with me

Focused on getting myself fed and getting money
f#ck rap ten times over
None of you m#th*rf#ck*rs are really that soldier
Think I would rap better if I could stay sober

Y’all ain’t heard of half the sh#t in that folder
f#ck it ima be about that sh#t until I’m dead
f#ckin’ get fired if you touch my friends
Start to get worried bout the money I spent

Til the next month hit then I cover my rent
Back outside for the 12-pack
f#ck it I don’t know a thing about a white flag
Fifteen over, fits be all black

f#ck it ima need a hundred more racks
Get back, b#tch
Me and my n#gg#s making a compilation
Make up some fire, we burnin’ like the fire station

Roam underground we need the reparations
Stack up the plates don’t need no preparation
Uh, we making money and touring and it don’t stop
Bet you some money that yo’ song gon’ flop

I got some sons they spawn out of my c#ck
Ain’t nobody better can’t question sh#t
All you n#gg#s never get the messagin’
I be like stepping on they next to win

Ama Dama, I had to break to let the pressure end
Now I’m getting older and I’m jaded
But I made it n they hate it
I’m behaving in a way that leave ‘em shakin’

Why they begging for a placement?
Started out in a bas#ment
Upgrade to a crib, complacent
All the negativity couldn’t phase him

Take your favorite rapper and erase him
n#gg#, f#ck
Uhh uh uhh
I lay ya down kicks like Zai Yu, I can’t think of nobody I can’t outdo

Tryna get like us, you better watch a how-to, I be like “Wow, cool, he can kinda bounce too”
I’m in the venue riding with a loud crew
Give yourself an aneurism tryna live how I do
Give a f#ck about racks, take a sh#t in my pool

You can’t do it like me, I could do it like you
Don’t nobody ever got sh#t to say
When you tryna talk about it
You can’t walk around it

Got you walking out it every time no fail
I don’t think there’s anyone behind those cells
And you may be up now but time will tell
Guess there’s nothing to do

Guess there’s no way back
And now the whole wave tapped
And nothing gon’ change that
These lyrics do not exist

I’m an AI rapper, made a hit
Run this song backwards I might’ve mixed
There’s a message in here where they gonna miss
Painting pictures in back of your eyelids

This the vision I can’t define it
You gotta be looking to find it
You looking but you are behind it
I get I get I get I get this chrome

All you b#tches know
Ima make you listen
Take control
This that Interpol

Ima put this acid in your skull
These head’s gonna blow
I’m brainwashing everyone who go
Tune in to the show

Stupid #ss rappers, breachin’ down bad
Rappers in the courtroom’s going out sad
Rappers in the interview’s going out sad
Rappers in the label meeting’s going out sad

Stupid #ss rappers breachin’ down bad
They’re at the label meeting, giving it all up
Label man rubbing coins counting cash up
And they take a gaymo rapper

And they make her f#ck
I hit the track when you sounding like cash
I’m in Houston b#tches stake large #ss
I’ma hit the bat like a swat team attack

And I drop her at the What-A-Burger
She getting fat
I’m a stupid #ss rapper
I’m rich and Burry’d up

RIP the men who died from the double cup
RIP the men who died from serving Uncle Sam
It’s not about The Hand, it’s about The Man
Yeah, walk in this b#tch, start dining

I like to chill with the perky inside me
Lonely I don’t got one person beside me
Sporty and rich I catch a ball like a homy
Those who keep talking

I tell ‘em up it up on me
I mix the Prada on me
With new Balenci’
I need my pills

Otherwise I’m acting pissy
I just walked in this b#tch
And they know it’s Big Double D
Big Double D I’m the sauciest

Turns the p#ss# n#gg#s into bodies, yes
You coming in second like Mitt Romney, yes
Yeah you getting your legs broke i’
You climb these steps

I mix the craps with the money
Because I try me best
It’s a battle royale
Until its just me left

And I’m Himphobic
Don’t give a f#ck what he says
Boy, you big bogus
You is not the one that’s geekin’

Like, lick lick lick
I’m in this b#tch
They sucking they teeth
I’m with this b#tch

She suckin’ on me
Sucking my meat
Big Double D, oou
Sniffing these pills

Till I can’t see, ouu
Walk in my track
This the belly of the beast
n#gg#’s talking crazy

Ima put his #ss to sleep
Pop a blue and touch the moon
Like Apollo 13
Gang gang gang gang

Open your eyes what do you see? Open your ears, can you hear me?
Open your mind, destroy the screen, too much info, know what I mean?
Shut the window, getting noisy, no one keep you here, you can leave
Wishing to dictate when you breath, on the leash and ‘dicted with ease

Take a pic, say cheese, ‘member when you used to climb trees?
‘Member fallin’? All bloody knees, days are gone, take a selfie please
Based on the web, is that for sale? How much you want? Let me buy your life
Online validation is jail, we can break you out if you like

Don’t got old Chanel
Don’t got, don’t got old Chanel
Don’t got, don’t got old Chanel
Don’t got, don’t got old Chanel

Uh, big rack spinner, 10k dinner
Hundred racks made, I’m a g#dd#mn winner
Piggybank man, I am the piggybank man
Drippin’ like a sink with my feet in the sand

Take a couple dollars (Nope), b#tch, I’m a baller (Yup)
b#tch, you a monster (Nope), I ain’t got balls (Yup)
I wake up and got high to deal with the pain
I feel like Muhammad Ali when he step in the ring

I try to understand n#gg#s, that sh#t be bringing me pain
These n#gg#s mad, they say all music sounds the same
You wanna know why all music sounds the same?
Look in the mirror, you’re the reason why sh#t sounds the same

You the one making rap n#gg#s famous off TikTok
You made n#gg#s famous off ten-second TikToks
Your attention spans not long enough to digest music that’s not in the form of a ten-second TikTok
Rap n#gg#s talkin’ ’bout killin’, shakin’ they #ss on TikTok

Look in the mirror, you’re the problem
This n#gg# talkin’ ’bout me on Reddit, I’ma rob him
Big .45 is not a revolver, baby Glock so big, it’s damn near a toddler
I say what I say, I do what I want

You want me to scream on the beat, that’s what you want?
You think your opinion really means something
You on Reddit typing like your opinion means something
What kind of artist lets people dictates what they make?

I’ma rap how I want because I’m not fake
It’s an honour I showed up, don’t care if I’m late
So go ahead, go nuts, go ape
‘Cause nowadays all you n#gg#s seem to do is hate

It seem like n#gg#s forgot where they came from
I don’t rap to rap n#gg#, I rap to say sum’n
Seems like every time we step in the building m#th*rf#ck*r tryna say some sh#t
What you want from us?

Couple years ago no one show up to a show
Now they push up to the front to the front for us
‘Round 2018 “you should scream in to a mic, god damn”
m#th*rf#ck*r used to never like who I am

Counting so much money I need multiple hands
I see you sign a label deal, how the dick feel?
And now you getting no money, oh this sh#t real
And I still think it’s so funny

How they want something from me
Once again how the f#ck does the dick feel?
f#cking f#ck em up
f#ck it lace it up

Every room we in
We f#cking run it up
And then we roll the runner ups up
You think I never gave a f#ck, yes

While we wrapping up
These f#cking faggots
Tryna jack the swag
But they know we the best

Yes, forever
And I don’t give a f#ck, b#tch
Come and take this pic
Tryna hop up on the stage

Gettin’ punched out quick
Every city that we in
Yeah, we run that sh#t
While we f#ck yo b#tch

Real sh#t
Yeah, pull up behind
And get your target
Leave ‘em to die

Hasn’t got dark yet
Sun out the sky
Bless out the moon
This is our goodbye

Too soon
And until I’m fully finished
I’ma go on another mission
Taking two guns and a bat

I don’t know where I’m at
But the games are the best
I’ma put the gun to his head
Fully loaded, I told everyone

I shouldn’t know that I think
I’ma shoot it, I was polluted
Grab the pistol
And he getting rebooted

Acting all foolish
n#gg# I’ll die tonight
But promise you die first
Leaving you in the dirt

Everybody on the earth
Anybody on the earth
Huahh
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Release Year: 2022