Snakes

[Intro:] Take a second to talk about snakes, man Slithering around and shit [Verse 1:] What's love got to do with it Word to Tina Your own team will leave ya hangin from the popeless Kick the chair, roped up Tied aroun the throat Pump 40 in your gut Audiences love witnessing your downfall Fake fags, snakes They bail ya only for tha [?] Hoping to scrape crumbs offa tha plate Hey listen, I ain't bitchin Just mentionin the snakes slithering [?] Killer gets women in shark waters A dark feelin in your belly, awful thoughts of Cuttin em off, would you let them tag along Addin on to the stress level, the saddest song Had your palms open and open arms when you need no response When you bleed they be gone The strong let loose losers Who abuse the truth in your ways Poison in the air, the venom in the veins, snakes [Chorus:] Look em in the eyes you see snakes Keep shootin to the sky, it's okay Got my thirty open on a nigga Focused on the picture Snake, this is snake slither [x2] [Verse 2:] Smiling faces, high evil traces Facetious, racist, misogynistic haters With you on capers Get caught in snitch, wanna break us Cause they don’t wanna wake up Gettin time, caged up Got my mind made up Jewels a la Jacob Fools wanna take up, my time Hate up, my mind make ya envious playa Enemies say a praya God bless May I rest under 6 layers I wish greater success cater to ya Paid tha dues to, get use to life’s spoils And your blood boils, jealous above all We supposed to be boys But no dog, you living foul Back in the mix, I ain't see you in a while dog But I'm aware, recognize strange Poison in the air, venom the veins [Chorus] [Verse 3:] This ain’t a new concept, just one without progress Too much our time spent dealing with monsters Jungle is harsh it’s the sweetest cigar tips I’m in the slam with the homies my spit Your nonsense got me on edge Let me toss this bond shit off the roof top Bitch I’m styles fresh and bound to drop Cause too many gets too friendly when you got Too vicious when you not, on top [?] Escape, disappear there toasting up 2 shots Like he was just here, pull the 2pac My vision clear, nigga do not pretend to befriend [?] only for the 2 props Cause in the end, it's all that you got Yourself and the heaven The reverend talk over casquette that drop More to lose in life than to gain Poison in the air, venom in the veins [Chorus]