I think I just cut the grass, woah
‘Cause all I see are snakes, woah
They be hissin’ in my face, woah

No fakes, no fakes, no..②

Python, python

You a snake but you can’t get a grip

Bygones bygones

Let it be, the black Beatles in this b**ch

How the f**k you wanna make amends

Your whole squad a bunch of fake pretends

Pullin’ up in a Mercedes Benz I’m

Yellin’ f**k y’all I hope you take offense

Yeah you a familiar face

you a familiar snake

You a familiar alien

and imma go predator

on all of you fakes



Who you gon’ next imitate

Who you gon’ next immigrate

Who you gon’ next conversate

Who you gon’ fake flex

With that fake Rolex

And that fake necklace

Why you even got a safe



Yeah Bmike got the juice and the sauce like uhh

And I got the crew I’m the boss like yuhh

You really gotta think about your whole

F**kin’ life if you plan to double cross me

Mmh, yeah big no no

Put my name in ya song and you still won’t blow

If you wanna rap, think you better back track,

motherf**kers wanna rap but they’ fans don’t show



Most guys play that role

Most guys just ain’t got dough

Most guys got that Imma be the maf**kin’ nice guy

Act but they’ fake as f**k behind closed door

Oh why I can see the snakes in the grass, oh my

And it’s black heart till the day I die

Keep the circle small while the fakes roll by

I think I just cut the grass, woah
‘Cause all I see are snakes, woah

They be hissin’ in my face, woah

No fakes, no fakes, no..②



No fakes no fakes, they get replaced

No time to lose, no time to waste

No time for play, no time for games

I’m in my groove, I’m in my lane

Today, ohh, I’m ’bout my pesos

Move when I say so

F**k on yo’ b**ch, woah oh woah



They gon’ see, p**sy ass n**gas

Stop playin’ with me

Get my own lane in the vacancy

Ya boy gon’ thought I was made to be be be



The best, uhh

They gon stop playin with me

Kill every beat you see

I got that gasoline

I got that smoothest flow

I got that gasoline

I am a real n**ga

You n**gas can’t compete

So stay in your lane

Me and you n**gas

Ain’t one in the same

If you get mad I’m the one to blame

Dax, now I’m bringing the pain



I think I just cut the grass, woah

‘Cause all I see are snakes, woah

They be hissin’ in my face, woah

No fakes, no fakes, no..②…

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