Serpents

(album: Smithy - 2019)

Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy
Uh, uh, yeah, yeah, uh

You was tryna knock me off my wave but I been surfing, bitch
She say I'm cold-blooded 'cause my dick look like a serpent, bitch
I had to go my way 'cause there's serpents in these circles, kid
Niggas want my promo, want my name, but they can't have it back
You can have that friendly shit, you sold now, go 'head, take it back
Niggas think I'm short from all these angles that I'm shooting at
Clip the photo to the maganize inside a duffelbag
I made "30", that made thirty thousand just for doing that

You would never understand the very person that I am
You can't be you without them Xans, I can't be me without this trash
Industry is all ass, niggas want my autograph
How should I respond to that?
Nigga, bring the pen and pad (Put that lil' boy in the dirt, ayy)
I don't got time to sit and chat
Hunnid fifty on my dash
Hopefully, I fucking crash
Empty out my thoughts all on the window of a tinted Jag
Roll one up and take a drag
Out in hell, I catch a cab
On the way home, bringing snacks
All these bitch-ass rappers still in training while I'm on track
You cannot resist or try dismiss all that I brought back
From the place you never been, doing everything you didn't
Money growing taller, patience shorter like a fucking midget
You still smoking on midget
I got anger problems but I stall 'em till the show and piss it
Fucking on a blonde Bridget
Popping so much pills and I forgot where I left the prescription
They could talk a lot but that's just 'cause they don't know how to listen
I put all my problems on a paper then they get submitted
Bitch, you wanna talk about my paper like it's graded, get it
When it's time to eat, I treat the beat just like some gourmet dishes
I'm the greatest rapper, that's no cap, so check yo' fucking fitted, lil' pussy