Sun.Set
Snakes in disguise
Suits n the ties
Niggas full of lies
But still I rise
Snakes in disguise
Suits n the ties
But still A.Ras
Ha Ha Ha
Shaka Da Rock
Sha-Sha Shaka Rock
Feeling myself
Strolling in this bitch I know you feeling da wealth
Imagination in creation
Instill in myself
N u shuffle up the cards bitch I'll deal em myself
Feeling myself
Never dining on that swine
So I still live in health
They say bitches is the key
To killing the wealth
And they say life is but a dream
Well shit I'm killing myself
God's son subconscious
I opened up the door
Click click then unlocked it
Twas ago when if you roll
She say stop it
N she popping mollies
like they olleys in the parking
Lotta bitches holling bout they fond of Shaka Rockin'
They all apart of problems
N I intend to solve dem hoes
One by one
The answer is one
This automatic gun'll put decept in a con
That's a supernatural slumber
So nigga pick a number
And sit yo stupid ass back in the matrix
King of the underground
Bitch I'm the ancient
Started from the gutter
Now I'm reaching for the surface
I don't give a holly jolly fuck who this turf is
Ring man circus wit Pennywise clowns
King Kong's, Dumbos, nigga sit down
Ima let the lion sick him
When he get him he gon rip him up the middle
Bitch I'm slicker than a goddamn skillet.
Snakes in disguise
Suits n da ties
Nigga full of lies
Still A.Ras
King Kong bitch
Lord Shaka da Prince
On my Godfather shit
So I'm Shaka da Vinc
Gotta couple sockets lit up when I'm
Shocking a bitch
Rest assured I'm the one who put the lock in da smith
Gotta feeling youse a snake my partner's rocking da smith
If you step up disrespecting then he cocking da smith
Tali Shaka on the cuts
Disc jockey, ya sniff
I know judo, martial arts
Trick I'm the hardest in here
N I'm da tooth man
Filling up her cavity
She hollin' Santa baby
Cum down like gravity
Soaring on a rug
Ima dane you a pug
So ya dame come hang with the mane Ima bug
N I'm all about my riches
Know my Granddad proud of me
Daily celebration like I won the fucking lottery
N I get detrimental with the shit that my pencil sprung
I got my shit together with the grip of a tinsel tung
Suits n the ties
Niggas full of lies
But still I rise
Snakes in disguise
Suits n the ties
But still A.Ras
Ha Ha Ha
Shaka Da Rock
Sha-Sha Shaka Rock
Feeling myself
Strolling in this bitch I know you feeling da wealth
Imagination in creation
Instill in myself
N u shuffle up the cards bitch I'll deal em myself
Feeling myself
Never dining on that swine
So I still live in health
They say bitches is the key
To killing the wealth
And they say life is but a dream
Well shit I'm killing myself
God's son subconscious
I opened up the door
Click click then unlocked it
Twas ago when if you roll
She say stop it
N she popping mollies
like they olleys in the parking
Lotta bitches holling bout they fond of Shaka Rockin'
They all apart of problems
N I intend to solve dem hoes
One by one
The answer is one
This automatic gun'll put decept in a con
That's a supernatural slumber
So nigga pick a number
And sit yo stupid ass back in the matrix
King of the underground
Bitch I'm the ancient
Started from the gutter
Now I'm reaching for the surface
I don't give a holly jolly fuck who this turf is
Ring man circus wit Pennywise clowns
King Kong's, Dumbos, nigga sit down
Ima let the lion sick him
When he get him he gon rip him up the middle
Bitch I'm slicker than a goddamn skillet.
Snakes in disguise
Suits n da ties
Nigga full of lies
Still A.Ras
King Kong bitch
Lord Shaka da Prince
On my Godfather shit
So I'm Shaka da Vinc
Gotta couple sockets lit up when I'm
Shocking a bitch
Rest assured I'm the one who put the lock in da smith
Gotta feeling youse a snake my partner's rocking da smith
If you step up disrespecting then he cocking da smith
Tali Shaka on the cuts
Disc jockey, ya sniff
I know judo, martial arts
Trick I'm the hardest in here
N I'm da tooth man
Filling up her cavity
She hollin' Santa baby
Cum down like gravity
Soaring on a rug
Ima dane you a pug
So ya dame come hang with the mane Ima bug
N I'm all about my riches
Know my Granddad proud of me
Daily celebration like I won the fucking lottery
N I get detrimental with the shit that my pencil sprung
I got my shit together with the grip of a tinsel tung
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Writer(s): Jayleen Mitchell
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