Correction Lyrics Cobras by Leroyce

Featuring(s) : T Gallardo & Samsonyte

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Lyrics

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[LeRoyce]
Been up off the plane for a minute nigga
Back 'bout three years
Straight, situations that I had to visit
Somehow always came back my way
Momma, crying on the phone
Mi-sentence tryna tell her I'll be coming back always
Plus I gotta shorti on my line for a minute
Tryna tell me I've been thinking make money, more money riches
See they be tryna take money, more money
Nah nigga no funny business
Man my shit too legit to quit, too good to never break the limits
So I never be finished, they at your door
Like it's over I pray to Lord like Jehovah that homie's my witness

[Samsonyte & T Gallardo]
I've been livin' day by day man these days I'm just getting (colder)
I know what's at steak need that steak to eat what's the (hold up)
Over, dare I see snakes and they bite like (cobras), cobra
Serpents be searching round every (corner)
But I've seen all their ways no way they could ever (control us)
I no longer listen to the entities on my (shoulders)
I get right, right now I've been out of patience
Get (sober), know us, swat we move like soldiers

[T Gallardo]
I know it's been a minute but I'm out here tryna get it
I've been spittin' countin' minutes and now I'm coming for seconds
Not a second go by without me tryna prevent it
I've been wasting so much time while chasing up all these bitches
But I'm trippin'
Should'a been chasing digits, introduced me to the riches
Now I'm shaking hands with people with double sided faces
Yeah they switchin'
I'm just tryna be a star on my city like Whitten, let's get it
I got homies that go way, way back now
From the cell to the motherf*cking trap now
I got homies that would turn they own back now
From a dap to a motherf*cking gat now
So just do more say less, shitty hoes I don't stress
Tryin' to be sane kind of hard to maintain
With these snakes on my doorstep

[T Gallardo]
But they hate
What they want from me?
What they tryna see?
Why they plot?
Why they plot on me?
I'm just tryna be on my groove
But they stressin' me
Why they stressin' me?
Don't know
Tryna keep the peace
Momma pray for me

[Samsonyte]
I done faced the fakes and the cold hearted
I done seen the snakes from my own garden
I done seen the traits happen I can't relate
So when I move know I move with caution
And I'm keeping both eyes open
Know they hoping they gon' catch me with the guard down
Nigga I cannot lose focus
Hope we hopeless, they can't take what we brought now nigga
Imma working at 6 in the morning
I don't think it's working my niggas [?]
I can't lose the purpose I've been holdin'
Ain't ever foldin' for what they provoking
Lately I've been roamin' seen only the headlights
They be tellin' me that I'm over my head right
Wanted me defeated was never a fair fight
Don't believe it I'm a genius my nigga your damn right

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