Snakes - Intellectual

[Intro: Ms Marie]

Round and round we go again

The same ole fakes from day to end

They slither past, my grass is trim

Prepare for snakes to shed their skin

Look, I smell the fake in the air, it's plain, your game, I spy it (I smell 'em)

Move, fast, forward, past ya clique, never on auto-pilot

Seen through the lies you feeding, way too smart to ever try it

Oh, you passing food for thought? shit my brain is on a diet

The under-cover silence, hard for me to understand (I can't)

Partner's getting married, why you reaching for his woman's hand? (frauds)

Niggas claiming A-1, and got ya spouse On B-plans (whores)

Didn't suck it up, I guеss that's why they call you step-dad

It's all bad dog, it's time to put thеse bitches down (go to sleep)

Ghetto fuckin homes, got you looking like a straight up clown

All the shit you lost, they intent to see it never found (never)

Snake niggas aim to hug you just to spread their venom 'round

[Chorus: Ms Marie & A-Dot Taylor]

Round and round we go again

The same ole fakes from day to end

They slither past, my grass is trim

Prepare for snakes to shed their skin

(Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah)

Uh, Them snakes is hissing I'm hearing it everywhere (I'm hearing it everywhere)

Them niggas is plotting I feel it up in the air (I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)

The real is fading not talking about barber chairs (not talking about barber chairs)

Every-time I'm in public I'm getting them awkward stares (they watching)

Uh, Look, They words be so venomous (they do)

Claiming they yo friends but really yo nemesis (nah, fuck 'em)

Leeching off yo blood sweat and tears for their benefit

Parasiting off yo bucks like some fuckin' venison better watch who's on your premises

These niggas be plottin', they learning your moves to hop in your spot and

You gotta be cautious (you go), they watching, like vultures they waiting for options

To hinder your process, They can't stomach your grind you making them nauseous

Success is to toxic, to these frivolous niggas that'll never be bosses (never)

They gripping their crosses (what?) praying on yo down fall

You was a friend to the end but in the end that nigga was a chucky doll

No time for the bull shit cause these heffa's all they really wanna do is stall

Just remember what Eve did to Adam for fucking with the one that only crawl (hallelujah) snakes in the yard

[Outro: Ms Marie]

Round and round we go again

The same ole fakes from day to end

They slither past, my grass is trim

Prepare for snakes to shed their skin