look into a serpent's eyes
i can hear a butterfly's wings
a den of vipers and thieves
you ain't no friend of me
and made my soul see the gates
profitin' off my ignorance
but may my life be filled with other decadence
my girl in air force one like she the president
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i got the world in my palm
you know my fist stay clenched
you know my mind been gone
i think i lost that shit in all that backwood smoke
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havin' thoughts of suicide
but i just be concealin' them
i been callin' out to god but i just don't be hearin' him
i just try to stay alive and navigate my business
it's gotta' be like somethin' more than all this we experience
niggas is in my ear again
really i'm 'bout to kill again
i'm at the frenchy's on scott
around the pistols and rocks
you see the blaze and that gleam
you see the things that i seen
you wouldn't talk so much
you wouldn't be worried 'bout me
about the friends that i keep
about that gold that i lost
about that drank on my teeth
i rather die on my feet than to live on my knees
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everytime we hit the parking lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads
everytime we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads