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letra de snakes in da grass - midknyte

[intro]
yeah
i’m about to go hard, ayy

[verse 1]
he was right about what he said no monologue
dissin’ to be fed, when you’re not involved
knew it, the words from the dead, no callin’ off
makin’ trash is a process, needs it’s own catalog
like the name suggest, you’re fallin’ off
can’t do yo best so you sit there and write a song
you want that fame, for the rest, you’d be runnin’ off
no fires lit, when there’s no bon-pit, conflict
you need a molotov
ridin’ trends and you can’t last
by amends, you’re gonna feel my wrath
diss me, you’re gonna talk about my past
the difference is, i improved, you’re still ass
ima givе you hate like the b-tch you arе
ridin’ a beef for clout, that sh-t just bizarre
500 in 5 years and you still try to diss lamarr? (diss lamarr)

[verse 2]
never poppin’
‘cause you never was
‘cause your own name don’t pop up on google
‘cause you can never buzz
it’s been enough
time to pull that stupid zipper up
dissin’, think they won’t be no repercu
-sions, these b-tches been no love
bens, b-tches and molly, y’all been on the same drugs then
you ain’t really eatin’ no one, you can’t even caked up twin
it’s all that fake stuff
got that remover, time to remove the clown makeup
sh-t tragic, time to pull the paper and the pen up
henned’ up, xanny’s or lean
b-tch you gotta be seen so you lend guns
i gotta be clean, so i defend stuff
i gotta mean, so you really know i hit stuff
that’s some type of b-tch stuff (b-tch stuff)
you say yo name rich, but you really just a low life (low life)
they saw a problem, but you saw a gold mine (gold mine)
bein’ real c-cky when a b-tch stole lines
do you really think you on yo own side?
what if he said some to kdot that he don’t like
then they went backstage and he threatened his own life?
like some drizzy and some x sh-t
if he responds, that’s gon’ be your next hit
this ain’t where you belong, you better exit
no one listens to yo songs and that’s yo confession
got no fame at 30, you gon’ be rappin’ at 80 like “section”
i don’t care about the views unless you see it
you gon’ see yo name pop up, you can’t believe it
you start to pinch yourself ‘cause you think you dreamin’
lightly touched a top three, for your own reason
can’t be perfect, if i cut, i start bleedin’
you really got mad thinkin’ papers wasn’t a joke
and your wife wasn’t leavin’
wanna battle me, i’m happy to agree it
don’t try to f-ckin’ wake up a demon
don’t sh-t the same place where the food you eatin’
don’t ruin my happy place this is my garden of eden
[outro]
f-ck rich (f-ck rich, f-ck rich, f-ck rich)

- midknyte

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