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