Stalley - Serpent's Whisper lyrics

Everywhere I go I’m hearing whispers I’m in the field where the snakes slither Serpents who bitter worship the gold and glitter Napolean thoughts my mind is on something bigger I’m usually in picture flossing that sh** they worship Dancing in puddles, show ’em that sh** is worthless My style is more rugged, these young ‘uns dressed in purses My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses Most rappers trash, fill every verse with curses Or they copying Stally, trying to steal my verbage But couldn’t walk a mile in these white air forces Porsche on 4 Gs, chain gorgeous Same sauces Slick Rick and Daddy Kane countless Amounts of money in my pocket, still lossless Remain lawless, don’t do bosses Authority I don’t f** with Jewels I truck it The shirt Trukfit Shout to Weezy F Tha Carter 3, I still bump it Ring clustered, your girl love it Been quiet for a minute but I’m still buzzing And still hustling If judge f** with any n***as in my circle Don’t let fame hurt you I’ve been grinding for a minute Check the stained workboot Started with a sixteen then that same work grew I double up since address Been flipping since mattress Had the world doing backflips Black Chevelle with the black lips Plus the black automatic In case a n***a want static Mob deep like I’m Havok Promote peace but I’ll blast it Good girl, I don’t do ratchet I’m a sneaker fiend, addict Navy blue or the black sh** Made my wealth with my n***as Seen too many in caskets Fifth floor down on Sacks 5th Buying Saint Laurent jackets Dope boys strolling You can have all that dab sh** I’d rather roll my dope I don’t f** with that dab sh** Money, brown paper bag it Weed green like a dragon I be floating, Aladdin Chick dressed in all satin Got a cabin in Aspen Calabasas a mansion Her engagement ring dancing Got on my man sh** My driveway a dealership While you and your man sh** all bitter Seven hundred horses these snakes lsither Its time I cut the gra** to see clearer Everywhere I go I’m hearing whispers I’m in the field where the snakes slither Serpents who bitter worship the gold and glitter Napolean thoughts my mind is on something bigger I’m usually in picture flossing that sh** they worship Dancing in puddles, show ’em that sh** is worthless My style is more rugged, these young ‘uns dressed in purses My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses