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B Dot - Snake Skin lyrics

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I shake hands with demons on a daily basis

These motherfuckers got familiar faces

They got a name for ‘em, I think they call ‘em friends

It’s hard to find out what love is and how it begins

How you niggas slithering through your snake skin

That’s a part of you we can’t relate in

‘Cause I’d rather have real enemies than fake friends

I much rather have real enemies than fake friends

Niggas approach me like what’s up, bro

I’m like what’s good, bro, shit, you know how it go

I’m on a different flow in case you ain’t know

I let go of all that shit that you still holding on to

I saw some demons on you, I bet your past haunts you

I bet you wake up in cold sweats, nightmares of all the niggas you whacked

You gripping your tech, you repping your set

But niggas is snitching faster than Olympic athletes

Print it, that’s all written

I’ve seen your paperwork, no need to question our friendship

I knew that shit wasn’t real to begin with so I just let it go

Plus, I know how your pops left you alone, comatose, so you don’t even know no better

No one to teach you how to get through life’s endeavors

Whatever the reason, you just a rookie, I know you wasn’t seasoned

So I’m breezing through the hood, no need to ask how you doing

‘Cause I know it’s no good, that’s already understood, that’s why

I shake hands with demons on a daily basis

These motherfuckers got familiar faces

They got a name for ‘em, I think they call ‘em friends

It’s hard to find out what love is and how it begins

How you niggas slithering through your snake skin

That’s a part of you we can’t relate in

‘Cause I’d rather have real enemies than fake friends

I much rather have real enemies than fake friends

Nigga shake my hand then try to fuck my lil’ sisters

Man, that shit is twisted, I should get niggas lifted

Like I should scheme on nigga, perpetrating like some stand up dudes

I’m finna lean on niggas, ain’t no what up, Doc, what up, B

What you been up to, fuck you, if I don’t trust you nigga, how can I love you

I should snuff you, OJ bloody glove you, ok, I’m taking this a lil’ too far

I just don’t know who you are anymore

You used to ride in the passenger seat of my car

Now I’m thinking about blasting the heat till you gone

And that will probably leave a scar in my heart

I know the boys from way back, we used to play in the park

But now you banged out, huh, and I ain’t from your hood

So it’s fuck me, huh, good, that’s understood

So when I see you, I’mma fire on you, don’t say what’s up to me, nigga

Business is good, don’t need your company, nigga

I shake hands with demons on a daily basis

These motherfuckers got familiar faces

They got a name for ‘em, I think they call ‘em friends

It’s hard to find out what love is and how it begins

How you niggas slithering through your snake skin

That’s a part of you we can’t relate in

‘Cause I’d rather have real enemies than fake friends

I much rather have real enemies than fake friends

I used to pass the blunt too high to analyze what I was amongst

That could’ve got me touched

My father told me once look at them people that surround you

Five years from now them same niggas might try to drown you

It ain’t like that, didn’t believe it, I just couldn’t conceive it

At that moment in time that was some shit I couldn’t agree with

But peep it, let’s fast forward to now, I crack a smile that’s more like a smirk

Dog, my feelings is hurt

Same niggas I used to let sleep on my floors is reaching for 4’s

Wanna see me stuffed in a casket, preachers involved

Either that or they speaking law, niggas is wrong, need to be cut, it got me shook

It’s like who can I trust, should I bust or should I dap them

Show ‘em some love, give ‘em a hug or should I clap ‘em

Wow, that’s the duality of my reality, the thin line between heaven and hell that I’m balancing

But still

I shake hands with demons on a daily basis

These motherfuckers got familiar faces

They got a name for ‘em, I think they call ‘em friends

It’s hard to find out what love is and how it begins

How you niggas slithering through your snake skin

That’s a part of you we can’t relate in

‘Cause I’d rather have real enemies than fake friends

I much rather have real enemies than fake friends

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