Serpents

Serpents feel my presence
Haters got me pacing
But when I step inside, I gotta pack my gun, and evil fools lurking daily that I'm facing
Now I feel the anger, cherished by you mortals
Got me feeling bad about myself
And now I feel like
Letting my soul sleep

I'm dropping bombs on all you buster ass bitches, that be talking shit
I'm aggravated, by frustrations with some anger, with hollow tips
Cause niggas be picking up in my city, but it's do or die
I'm only expecting, I'm only just dead bodies multiply
So I stay high to free my mind, my mind's paranoid
I can slowly feel myself, going overboard
I wanna stop, but my veins pops angry blood
Telling me player hater is near, it's time to fill some hoes with slugs
Cause many months is what you get when you be coming up
But if I catch them busters slipping, then they better duck
But now you stuck, cause I'm heat you with some bullet rounds
17 shots from a Glock, pop pop, lay your body down
Cause when you talk shit, trick, you get death wish
Now, it's a ridiculous thought, yeah, them suckers be slithering down your block
I'm putting it down, for real, that's a great thing
Cause I pay attention, ask my nigga, dirty black we never-never...
Now who in the fuck you claim to be? My closest friend or my motherfucking enemy?
You bust this rap to see me die like cold blood
This shit is real, make you hoes, still can't show no love
We all from the same hood and the same place
Look at your face, trick nigga, I can feel the hate
That's coming from your heart, nigga When you come round me
Behind my back is where you eatin' up your jealousy
Wishin' to yourself, that, you can take my life
But deep inside your soul, sucker, you can see the light
It's not me that you hate, it's your damn self
And psych your picture, paint a picture of this player's wealth
The ghetto life of this nigga, tell a perfect story
On how I put your punk as niggas in the category
It's been a player, hater, faker, trick it about your cheese
This world is made of dollar bills, that shit don't grow on trees
I had to work for my niggas so you better get yours
You fucked your wife, we dropping bombs like the Nub Wars
Them thug life gangsters, y'all hoes, don't mean shit to me
I take your fate, to your life, our misery

From the darkness that i creep, the inserts of hell
Circuit wise, the devil's child, the cast of evil spells
I dwell in misery, when surface surround me as a palace of revelations
So come for the beast and take a trip
With me and let me show you
How I live in hell
How I suffer every day
How I hustle for my pay
How I scissor down my rocks
How I'm dodging hoe ass cops
How I beat down all these player hated bitches with my Glock
Mr. Sche whenever, my down to immortal figure
A god to you bitches, you bitches better not ever
Cross me With some shit, that is bad for your health
Stepping up with bullshit, to release the hollow points of death
As I step back and forth, in and out of the fortress, damn
I see demons trying to test me by surprise
All these player-hating bitches that be dwelling in Tennessee
Got me all fucked up, come get your shit fucked up
We loced out, with territory speed, you can't test me
Without getting, 50 niggas coming down your back
We strapped, with power of the minds
I got you bitches pissing in your pants, As I step up with the fuckin' nine

Serpents feel my presence
Haters got me pacing
But when I step inside, I gotta pack my gun, and evil fools lurking daily that I'm facing
Now I feel the anger, cherished by you mortals
Got me feeling bad about myself
And now I feel like
Letting my soul sleep