Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Demetrius Spady-McBride
Songwriter
Shakur Ellison
Songwriter
Kenneth T English
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's a lot of snakes
I don't wanna kick it if I feel the vibe is fake
Still lifting on my shoulders its a lot of weight
Still shifting, still growing tryna follow greats
I was getting rid of weight like I was out of shape
**** quick to watch your plate they be outta place
This the city of brotherly love stop the hate
**** preaching that they real but they watch is fake
Im telling Melly lets get to it we got guap to make
Back and forth out the state tryna dominate
Tryna find my pace, tryna find some peace
In order for this to work I had to leave the streets
In order for this to work I had to made sacrifices
And not see my peeps the grind you can't cheat
The 9 that's all me them times had scarred me
You only get back what you put in, I got my foot in
Snakes in the grass
They slither and they slide and they slimy too
A G now days stand for grimy dude
The way these **** be moving reminding you
It's a lot of fucking
Snakes in the grass
Wrap they arms round you and hold you tight
No matter what you feed them they still gone bite
Venom in they eyes but you can't lose sight of all the these crooked ass
Snakes in the grass
These **** will smile all in your face but they wanna take your place
All that pity patting make me flip and get you aced
I ain't for the shuffle this Idaho for the muffle
You trifle with my truffle I'm putting you in a duffle
**** ain't got no honor they wasn't raised by they fathers
Tryna spin a spinner but you can turn a dollar
Went and copped a coupe before you recouped
Now you moving like a python to until you regroup
You snake ****
All that real rap shyt be coming from these fake ****
Y'all ain't got no principles and that shyt make me hate ****
I be moving dolo but it feel like I'm with eight ****
I'm big homie "is you over me?" Dion Waite ****
380 it'll make you do a 180
Don't matter if you weigh 380 or 180
MEAT I'm he the one Spady
RIP Cheese my city done gone crazy all these
Snakes in the grass
They slither and they slide and they slimy too
A G now days stand for grimy dude
The way these **** be moving reminding you
It's a lot of fucking
Snakes in the grass
Wrap they arms round you and hold you tight
No matter what you feed them they still gone bite
Venom in they eyes but you can't lose sight of all the these crooked ass
Snakes in the grass
Written by: Demetrius Spady-McBride, Kenneth T English, Shakur Ellison