Make You (Snake Proof)

Yo, you started? All right
How the pain go, whoa-oh
How the pain go, whoa-oh
How the pain go, whoa-oh
(Great John on the beat, by the way) look

Make the money, never let the money make you, huh
Real nigga never fake you
Cut the grass, know you gotta stay snake-proof
All these drugs got me feeling unstable, uh
How the pain go, whoa-oh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the pain go, whoa-oh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

I be feeling lonely in a crowd
If I hold you up, you better hold that shit down
(Hold that shit down, hold that shit down)
Sometimes I cry, no one's around
But laugh and joke when guns around
I know I be flexing like I never had nothin'
But nigga, we ain't never had nothin'
I ran me up a pack, used to shop at PacSun
Now we make it rain, we don't ever see the sun

I had to leave her, I know she prolly the one, huh
What is that? A treat? Look like she nothin'
And I don't do the fake, you a bait
They gon' call you everything but great
Ocean on my neck and on my wrist, I got a lake
Brand new AP, I just took it to switch the face
Two gun charges, I'm just praying I beat the case
I paid my lawyer, I'm just waiting on court day, so

Make the money, never let the money make you, huh
Real nigga never fake you
Cut the grass, know you gotta stay snake-proof
All these drugs got me feeling unstable, uh
How the pain go, whoa-oh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)
How the pain go, whoa-oh (yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Jeremy Soto, Tegan Chambers, Karel Jorge, Johnathan Scott
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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