[Verse 1: Blackway]
Snakes in the grass and I laugh at it
Gon take a lot more to get black rattled
Rise on the come up hand my brother the ladder
Y'all bum niggas still up in the crab barrel
I grew up with goats, mad cattle
You don't know the trouble my dad handled
Right from the go no parental control
I'm the old OIS in the bad Apple
Got a bad diet and all of you burgers
My ex would tell you that I don't deserve her
Broke up with her and went after the cake
I guess I'm what you will call a deserter
I heard the talking and all of the murmur
Wanna bury my ops and do more than just hurt em
As a kid we all want to feel wanted at this point I'll settle for wanted for murder
I fear God never fear mans
Cut y'all off before the year ends
Still keep it quiet with all of my data and services, I never shared plans
Not in the mood focused on the cause
I doubt that I've been giving y'all a fair chance
Still on the move, if I pause I'm beating up niggas with my bare hands
Wish I was hood, if I was a killer I'd load up the chopper to air mans
Bullets the size of a beer, can make the niggas in your circle square dance
(Fah fah) like here again
Create a void in your pair of parents
Put some new rips in your pair of pants
Make something worse out your weird appearance
Ayy
Snakes in the grass and I laugh at it
Gon take a lot more to get black rattled
Rise on the come up hand my brother the ladder
Y'all bum niggas still up in the crab barrel
I grew up with goats, mad cattle
You don't know the trouble my dad handled
Right from the go no parental control
I'm the old OIS in the bad Apple
Got a bad diet and all of you burgers
My ex would tell you that I don't deserve her
Broke up with her and went after the cake
I guess I'm what you will call a deserter
I heard the talking and all of the murmur
Wanna bury my ops and do more than just hurt em
As a kid we all want to feel wanted at this point I'll settle for wanted for murder
I fear God never fear mans
Cut y'all off before the year ends
Still keep it quiet with all of my data and services, I never shared plans
Not in the mood focused on the cause
I doubt that I've been giving y'all a fair chance
Still on the move, if I pause I'm beating up niggas with my bare hands
Wish I was hood, if I was a killer I'd load up the chopper to air mans
Bullets the size of a beer, can make the niggas in your circle square dance
(Fah fah) like here again
Create a void in your pair of parents
Put some new rips in your pair of pants
Make something worse out your weird appearance
Ayy
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