Snakes (feat. Lu Jerz)
I've been round too many snakes & vultures
Look over your shoulder
Guess that's what happens when the money takes over
When the shmoney takes over
Too many two faces & cobras, goin through the motion
I'm just tryna keep my pockets loaded
When the shmoney takes over
I wake up empty cups & these dutch wrappers
last nights a blur but I'm thinkin what the fuck happened
Thankful I'm alive while my body just so soar
Yea I had the drive but what the fuck i got to show for
I cant live this way i swear I cant go this route
I'm boutta spit about some shit that you don't know about
Caught red handed with blueprint they see the plan
I stopped tryna be the man & learned how to be a man
All that kid shit went out the window don't know peter pan
Niggas always want somethin off the arm or they need a hand
Turn my head to the fake but nod to the truth
I was in AC the only chip I got is my tooth
Niggas go broke but they don't see the reason why
Its hard to stay grounded when the objective is bein fly
Fake sleepin beauties watch who you get in bed with
They love you like you dumb wont leave you a crumb
Watch who you break bread with
I've been round too many snakes & vultures
Look over your shoulder
Guess that's what happens when the money takes over
When the shmoney takes over
Too many two faces & cobras, goin through the motion
I'm just tryna keep my pockets loaded
When the shmoney takes over
In these monmouth county streets it aint no love in em
Half ya mans be off a whole xan its always drugs in em
All this time still sellin dimes oh its dub for em
Everybody play the connect till you pull the plug on em
Bein broke & havin dope, boy thats a thin line
I was forced to make noise on my porch like a wind-chime
But of course my momma told me for the tenth time
I could make her lose her section 8 from sellin quick dimes
I play my position, I aint gotta act hard
Half my city locked up off of drugs & the strap charge
Know the term stand up nigga, he took the stand for real
Know it ate him up cause his mom just cooked that man a meal
Shorties even smashin brothers, now that's melee
Its always message behind these bars like jpay
When you walk with the real you cant run with the fake
Your circle'll hurt you cause loyalty don't come with a shape
I've been round too many snakes & vultures
Look over your shoulder
Guess that's what happens when the money takes over
When the shmoney takes over
Too many two faces & cobras, goin through the motion
I'm just tryna keep my pockets loaded
When the shmoney takes over
Look over your shoulder
Guess that's what happens when the money takes over
When the shmoney takes over
Too many two faces & cobras, goin through the motion
I'm just tryna keep my pockets loaded
When the shmoney takes over
I wake up empty cups & these dutch wrappers
last nights a blur but I'm thinkin what the fuck happened
Thankful I'm alive while my body just so soar
Yea I had the drive but what the fuck i got to show for
I cant live this way i swear I cant go this route
I'm boutta spit about some shit that you don't know about
Caught red handed with blueprint they see the plan
I stopped tryna be the man & learned how to be a man
All that kid shit went out the window don't know peter pan
Niggas always want somethin off the arm or they need a hand
Turn my head to the fake but nod to the truth
I was in AC the only chip I got is my tooth
Niggas go broke but they don't see the reason why
Its hard to stay grounded when the objective is bein fly
Fake sleepin beauties watch who you get in bed with
They love you like you dumb wont leave you a crumb
Watch who you break bread with
I've been round too many snakes & vultures
Look over your shoulder
Guess that's what happens when the money takes over
When the shmoney takes over
Too many two faces & cobras, goin through the motion
I'm just tryna keep my pockets loaded
When the shmoney takes over
In these monmouth county streets it aint no love in em
Half ya mans be off a whole xan its always drugs in em
All this time still sellin dimes oh its dub for em
Everybody play the connect till you pull the plug on em
Bein broke & havin dope, boy thats a thin line
I was forced to make noise on my porch like a wind-chime
But of course my momma told me for the tenth time
I could make her lose her section 8 from sellin quick dimes
I play my position, I aint gotta act hard
Half my city locked up off of drugs & the strap charge
Know the term stand up nigga, he took the stand for real
Know it ate him up cause his mom just cooked that man a meal
Shorties even smashin brothers, now that's melee
Its always message behind these bars like jpay
When you walk with the real you cant run with the fake
Your circle'll hurt you cause loyalty don't come with a shape
I've been round too many snakes & vultures
Look over your shoulder
Guess that's what happens when the money takes over
When the shmoney takes over
Too many two faces & cobras, goin through the motion
I'm just tryna keep my pockets loaded
When the shmoney takes over
Credits
Writer(s): Tyleek Jones
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