J. Miles - Snakes

Yeah theres Snakes everywhere
No they ain't so rare
You a fake
Check ya tan
Break ya down
That's the plan
I'm legit
No scam
Blue reveal
I'm the man
You a pussy feline
If you got nine lives
Imma shoot 10 times
Cuz I aim for the head
You can Call me rick grimes
I don't just kill lines
And I know you a bitch
Cuz you do it for the likes
I confess through my rhymes
I don't check headlines
I don't play by the rules
Never drawn in the lines
If you fuck with the game
End up as a chalk line
Pull up to the funeral
No they won't recognize
Cuz they always wear masks
They just make headlines
And I Don't cop a piece
Got caught copping iron
That was middle school
Got caught 5 times
So I got 10 guys
And they walk in a line
And they all cop iron
Yeah they all cop iron
Got snakes everywhere
Snakes in the trees
Snakes in your hair
Slither all around
Ruin all land
Snakes everywhere
Snakes everywhere
Got snakes everywhere
Snakes in the trees
Snakes in your hair
Slither all around
Ruin all land
Snakes everywhere
Snakes everywhere
Aye And you know I don't fuck with that python shit
Got that Anaconda grip, take aim don't miss
Sylvester Stallone when that cobra spray clips
Gotta spit got venom like lips
Gotta show some respect like RIP nips
Need Hip shot dot cuz I pull it from the hip
And I'm shooting for the chin like I'm coming from the tip
And I'm too paranoid so I pull that shit quick
Wear a bullet proof vest
Ain't afraid to get sticked
Can't allow last words
Can't afford to let you live
That would be bad for my business
Yeah you been a lippy bitch
Yeah this shits fucking war
Loose lips sinks ships
Ain't afraid to trade clips
Just like with my girl
Ain't afraid to go rounds
Bitch I'll match you with the strength
We can go pound for pound
Sunny and Ali
Rematch, Knockout
First minute first round
Got snakes everywhere
Snakes in the trees
Snakes in your hair
Slither all around
Ruin all land
Snakes everywhere
Snakes everywhere
Got snakes everywhere
Snakes in the trees
Snakes in your hair
Slither all around
Ruin all land
Snakes everywhere
Snakes everywhere
So fucking sick of these motherfucking snakes on my motherfucking plane
Sammy j
Y'all some goofs
You some diamond back lames
Turn ya speakers real loud
So you hear what I'm sayin
You can't merge in my shit
Cause This is the express lane
Speed cause Chest pains
Stop your heart cobain
Two rounds to the head
That's a major Migraine
Writer like mark twain
Flow like white Wayne
Spit a lil methane
Gotta spit more facts
Till I make it all back
Get a lil fame off a lil bit of tracks
Get wiz on a track
Gotta building up
Gotta keep getting racks,
Gotta pack em in a stack
Got the team on my back
I'm the man with a plan
No gear but I'll land
In the booth cooking up
Yo shit really bland
No sauce when ya cook
No spices in the pan
No kick, can't stand
Got snakes everywhere
Snakes in the trees
Snakes in your hair
Slither all around
Ruin all land
Snakes everywhere
Snakes everywhere
Got snakes everywhere
Snakes in the trees
Snakes in your hair
Slither all around
Ruin all land
Snakes everywhere
Snakes everywhere

Written by:
James Johnson

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