Snakes Lyrics

Who Can I Run To,Who Can I Call Who Can I Come To when shit comes to,the FAN niggga like is yo real friends with ya

Where they at where they at where they at where they at where they at where they at There they go there they go there they go Where they go yea I know I know it's some snakes in the grass so cut it low

They could be standing beside you,saying that he real but he not telling the whole truth.

I don't even want to kick it niggas so Fu they

Still be doing the same shit since 02

don't be surprised when consequences approach you

Whole time Im on the side line like I told you,

We pose to grow through what we go through it should mold you,the turmoil shouldn't turn you to the soil

We come from the mud thug why would you want to go back to where we dug from.

Now Don't that sound so dumb whole generation numb no feelings for what they done.

More children for more income,decisions to sell more drugs,situations that suppress us doesn't help it separates us

Today can be your training day didn't know you did angel dust,Whole time you riding with a man you thought that you can trust

Who Can I Run To,Who Can I Call Who Can I Come To when shit comes to,the FAN niggga like is yo real friends with ya

Where they at where they at where they at where they at where they at where they at There they go there they go there they go Where they go yea I know I know it's some snakes in the grass so cut it low

Cutem off or cut they throat;cuz when the hand you ounce helped hit your

Home

It could put you in a different kinda mode,have you not trusting shit leaving friends alone

How can somebody close to you do you so wrong,how somebody you put trust in lead you on

How the one you use to Bust with do some shit that you cnt fuck with,got you thinking it's nothing,whole time he up to something

brought my friend in to drive me & My Guy did the hustling but my packs was getting short he had my Friend serving customers

Paid n full that's when I cuttem off and pulled off like fuck'em could of killed him for the profit but didn't want wat was in the duffle

with your wants can come troubles so I seen the need to leave cuz I didn't want to hurt my brother

So back to Floyd street that's how I got it off the muscle had to bench press my problems while I work on my hustle To know your worth is a struggle so I ask you

Who Can I Run To,Who Can I Call Who Can I Come To when shit comes to,the FAN niggga like is yo real friends with ya

Where they at where they at where they at where they at where they at where they at There they go there they go there they go Where they go yea I know I know it's some snakes in the grass so cut it low