Snakes - Reks

Take a second to talk about snakes, man

Slithering around and shit

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

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

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

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