Snakes in the grass Lyrics

Pen touch the paper

And my thoughts get to talking

Talking to the mic she like step into my office

I've been tryna write this music

I didn't really wanna force it

Cats out the bag

Man i'm coming at my own head

8 mile b rabbit

Nigga w a notepad

10 months since ya last drop

Man you so sad

Writers block kicking ass

Man you so cap

Me vs me

I'm the only one stopping me

How my greatest strength

Turn out to be the worst in me

Talking to the beat

And it's like free therapy

Judas on your side

Snakes in the grass

I should've dropped that song

I was playing with yall ass

You waiting on that text

It's like waiting on a cab

You better wave ya hand

Cause i never come in last

Running for your life

Can't run from ya past

Tick tock

The clock is ticking

The reaper is coming

And yk he means business

I ain't playing with you niggas

I tried to be forgiving

Turns out im still a sinner