Land Of The Snakes

I got heat I don't be playing where you stand you gone lay

Why this bitch think I'm her man I had to put her in her place

Make some cheese then stash the bands Im bouta put em in a safe

Gone up and leave just like the rams might book a show out in LA

I told bro stick to the plan get in that jam you better spray

Still free munchie out that can don't give a damn wat people say

Why dey still don't understand that we da fam and we won't break

He shedding skin but he yo mans live in the land of the snakes

Lord knows that I got old now I'm the man making plates

The world so cold just like it's froze bro put a fan on the drake

Four foes I'm in that mode like fuck a gram I roll a eighth