Venomous Snake Pit
Time passes by as I'm smoking getting faded
Thinking of my love for all who I'm related
The shit that gets me high
Wonder if I'm gonna die
Before I touch the sky and can tell them all I made it
Like, I'm finally naked
I'm finally famous
I finally made it
But I still can't take it
If I had to break it down, I'm just doing the same shit
I feel like I'm going to drown in the blood from the wrists slit
Indiana Jones in the venomous snake pit
Traversing through the flows while the envious get lit
Stuck in the abyss and these Hovitos will not quit
A prisoner in chains trying to break but they won't give
I'm not rapping for the wealth
I'm just rapping for my health
And I'm rapping for your health
With the records on your shelf
I'm just spitting from myself
Like a ninja with the stealth
Keep pissing on my shit
And you're going to need some help
What the fuck is on my mind right now
What the fuck, I feel like dying right now
Click
Chick
Pow
Straight to the head, now I'm dead
Can anybody tell me am I smiling now
I guess I'll keep on banging until the lights go out
And I'll keep on stanking with the funky style
I'm trapped inside my mind and I want to breakout
So I'll plant a couple of seeds hoping wisdom will sprout
Thinking of my love for all who I'm related
The shit that gets me high
Wonder if I'm gonna die
Before I touch the sky and can tell them all I made it
Like, I'm finally naked
I'm finally famous
I finally made it
But I still can't take it
If I had to break it down, I'm just doing the same shit
I feel like I'm going to drown in the blood from the wrists slit
Indiana Jones in the venomous snake pit
Traversing through the flows while the envious get lit
Stuck in the abyss and these Hovitos will not quit
A prisoner in chains trying to break but they won't give
I'm not rapping for the wealth
I'm just rapping for my health
And I'm rapping for your health
With the records on your shelf
I'm just spitting from myself
Like a ninja with the stealth
Keep pissing on my shit
And you're going to need some help
What the fuck is on my mind right now
What the fuck, I feel like dying right now
Click
Chick
Pow
Straight to the head, now I'm dead
Can anybody tell me am I smiling now
I guess I'll keep on banging until the lights go out
And I'll keep on stanking with the funky style
I'm trapped inside my mind and I want to breakout
So I'll plant a couple of seeds hoping wisdom will sprout
Credits
Writer(s): Skyelur Baird-garrow
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