Serpent's Whisper - Stalley

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 shit they worship

Dancing in puddles, show 'em that shit 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 Stalley, trying to steal my verbiage

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 fuck 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 fuck with any niggas 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 nigga 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 shit

Made my wealth with my niggas

Seen too many in caskets

Fifth floor down on Sacks 5th

Buying Saint Laurent jackets

Dope boys strolling

You can have all that dab shit

I’d rather roll my dope

I don’t fuck with that dab shit

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 shit

My driveway a dealership

While you and your man shit all bitter

Seven hundred horses these snakes lsither

Its time I cut the grass 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 shit they worship

Dancing in puddles, show 'em that shit is worthless

My style is more rugged, these young 'uns dressed in purses

My style is so smooth, I don’t rehearse these verses