Serpents!
 作曲 : Brian Imanuel
I’m really sad now
When it tingle my sense it ain’t safe
Snake slither I caught on their face
Couple long beats and y’all feelin’ my pain
**** the neck ***** gimme that brain
**** the fake don’t give me handshakes
Big crib **** gettin’ misplaced
Big **** **** gettin’ rearranged
She be singin’ I call her T-Pain
Ballin’ since 2016
My dollars in the locker room ***** it’s Yao Ming
My telly got the size to address elephants
She suckin’ on the carpet I call her Dyson
We not the same you’re standin’ next to me
All of you **** need beta carotene
You dead and drained I changed my batteries
In all the pain
I fought the sin
I blocked the demon
Talked to Him
I walked again
I dropped again
You missed the shot
I pulled the pin
I pick your thoughts
I smell a bin
You said you hot
Ice gonna melt before you globe trot
Done humblin’ ***** I’ll let the clothes dry
+62 no it ain’t a butt dial
I’m the blueprint I ain’t worried if we both drop
Your ***** in my crib sippin’ bone broth
“Yo where’s the door, does anyone know where ****** door is?”
“Bro where have you been I couldn’t find you”
“I’m here I was just tryna tell these people that I’m-“
Back again
It’s packed again
My schedule and my stock of pens
It never left
I wrote my fate
Your ink is spent
Let’s not pretend
My bone and skin I left in booth
Your spine and soul has left the room
I pop my ****
My colon punctured
Hold the sides
Hold the smiles
Who am I
Your demise
I been slimmin’ for the cam
It add some pounds
And add that dolla
Add that yen
And add that rupiah
Word around town they tryna copy my business
You can’t even emulate a full sentence
Take a lil’ more than likin’ photos on Pinterest
Nobody imitatin’ my ambition
Everyone a fashion killa these days
So fast walk around like they Virgil these days
You been here what?
You don’t got what it takes
I won’t let that **** fly like a weather delay
Tell Sean did the script come in yet?
 that I want him on the remix
I don’t get flustered I don’t get seasick
Your time comin’ but you ain’t found a niche yet
Hit ‘em up
When I pull up that ***** minerals
I ain’t Shinoda we never linkin’ up
I’m just tryna talk lil’ ***** I’m outside
When it tingle my sense it ain’t safe
Snake slither I caught on their face
Couple long beats and y’all feelin’ my pain
**** the neck ***** gimme that brain
**** the fake don’t give me handshakes
Big crib **** gettin’ misplaced
Big **** **** gettin’ rearranged
She be singin’ I call her T-Pain