[HOOK] Walkin wit Rattlesnakes... STILL.. Dirt on da bootz, blood on da mem'riez... YEAHHH!.. Hissssss in da grass but da venom ain't kill me... Fucked up, still breathin, tell Death come bill me... Walkin wit Rattlesnakes... WHAT? 2 many fake smilez got fangs in da grillpiece... WHOLE lotta luv till da money get sticky... Now it's...my bad, gang...bitch, miss me. [LOVE Verse] LOVE.... I came out da mud wit a grudge & a notebook, brain look like a junkyard pit mixed wit a newport, whole lotta DON'TS that I DID cause I COULD, whole lotta, shoulda stayed calm, but a motherfucker WOULDN'T. SKRRRT Back when da fridge made echoes... Back when da rent man knock, knock, knooooocked like techno... Back when I thought gettin older meant answers... Now I'm grown & got 8 more questions per answer. Fuck! Mind do backflips. Thoughts got crack in em. Demons play spades in my skull, keep stackin em. One say forgive. One say blast that muthafucka One say heal. One say nahhh, make da cash stack up. WAIT... Hol up Soul got mileage Faith got cavities Walk thru a room, smell bullshit acoustically. Hear a fake handshake before da hand even reach me. (Sì) Papi... Mira... No confío fácil... Too many snakes wore halos, too many devils got families, too many real ones folded under slight inconveniences, too many loud muthafuckas confuse attention wit significance. GodDAMN I'm in my own lane, swerve swerve swerve, brain on overdrive, words on bird bird birds, every syllable drunk, every metaphor disturbed, every verse got enough fingerprints 4 a murder of verbs. AHHHH Nah...pussy bitches.. Head fulla smoke Chest fulla hate Pocket fulla not enough Past fulla weight Still I wake up & tell fate suck a dick to its face WHOOO See... Da rattlesnake ain't da problem. You HEAR dat muthafucka. It's da quiet ass smile wit da, brother I gotchu... Then 6 months later they ghostin when da pressure come thru. Facts I got scars on scars Receipts on receipts Ghosts in da rearview Blood on da seats Still ridin Still writin Still wild as a bitch Still got enough bad decisions 2 accidentally get rich. HAHA! LOVE. [HOOK] Walkin wit rattlesnakes... STILL Dirt on da bootz, blood on da mem'riez... YEAHHH! Hissssss in da grass but da venom ain't kill me... Fucked up, still breathin, tell Death come bill me... Walkin wit rattlesnakes... WHAT.. 2 many fake smilez got fangs in da grillpiece... WHOLE lotta luv till da money get sticky... Now it's, my bad, gang.....bitch, miss me Walkin wit rattlesnakes.. [Ttiger - Verse] Got paper and pen, writin’ lyrics with a vengeance You fuckin’ with the wrong one—catch a death sentence Lil’ homie Ttiger on the mic, all black, Puffin’ on a blunt, wine woodtip, mild, black Homie from the streets, wrong side of the tracks Rattle snakes—put a bullet in your back Dealers on the corner pushin’ Scooby snacks Hit that good shit, watch your eyes roll back Little devil on my shoulder, his buddy took a dirt vacation Playin’ games with these mothafuckas—Sims, PlayStation They front to your face, then preach about grace Make themselves the victim—fuckin rattlesnakes They shed skin to fit the lie, but a snake is a snake is a snake Trust in these people got me questionin’ my faith Thou shall love… all I feel is hate Deceived too many times—bullet holes in my soul, no escape Chasin’ new life, dime bags, money, new zip code They wanna chain me to my past, judge me by how I survived, though Ignorance is bliss when you refuse to open your eyes Treat people like shit, then cry when its your own demise Been burned too many times, knife still stuck in my back Rattlesnakes everywhere, but I still gotta make my stacks God forgive me, I know I’m ‘bout to sin Holdin’ on to my halo… but please, Lord, lemme catch a win
