Snakes

[Chorus]
Ever since a jit I knew I would jump out the gate, yeah
You know that I’m blessed, so now why you testing my faith? yeah
Stressing up in space, now I’m starting to think it’s laced, yeah
Bought a mirror lense so my mama won’t see my face, yeah
Headed back to nothing, I feel like I’m outta place, yeah
Spent a thousand dollars, I mix the drip with the pain, yeah
Love the way she sounding she call me over to paint
Milky rock up out her crib, I ain’t never throwing on capes
I won’t ever trust a bitch, I ain’t never going on dates
Know that she gonna throw it back just to get a crumb off the plate
Know that she would give her soul for a fraction of what I'll make
But I’m seeing through the fakes and the bitches, hoes, and the snakes, yeah

[Verse]
Know I’m hanging by string and a demon just cut the rope
Yeah this life is moving fast yeah I max the dash on the road
I ain’t never back, I ain’t trackin' back where I go
Mama say I should get out but I’m doing better alone
I ain’t even leave the house and I separated my soul
I don’t even trust a soul, this my only way to unload
Now the deeper that I get, the more keys I find to the code
If I’m supposed to go to hell, then why my heart staying cold?
Know my life is unlimited, temporary on earth
I started pouring my heart in this and the angels dispersed
Everyone that I meet say that I’m blessed but I feel like I’m cursed
Think I got cold feet little baby, it’s too late to reverse
Ima get blood on my feet before I leave this bitch in a hearse
Even though that now I’m numb know the beginning it hurt
Know ima aim for the moon because I know this ain’t gettin' worse
And now this bitch started crying because I'm doin' what works, yeah

[Chorus]
Ever since a jit I knew I would jump out the gate, yeah
You know that I’m blessed, so now why you testing my faith? yeah
Stressing up in space, now I’m starting to think it’s laced, yeah
Bought a mirror lense so my mama won’t see my face, yeah
Headed back to nothing, I feel like I’m outta place, yeah
Spent a thousand dollars, I mix the drip with the pain, yeah
Love the way she sounding she call me over to paint
Milky rock up out her crib, I ain’t never throwing on capes
I won’t ever trust a bitch, I ain’t never going on dates
Know that she gonna throw it back just to get a crumb off the plate
Know that she would give her soul for a fraction of what I'll make
But I’m seeing through the fakes and the bitches, hoes, and the snakes, yeah