Young man, young man Sit down I got something to say I won't be in this town for too long so Ain't nobody here to help you
And all they'll ever want from you is the fickle things that you got So you better make sure to stack that bread till its high young bull (young bull) Cause when you grow those bands (those bands) They gon' try and take it out your hands, on God
It's a hard knock life boy Don't say I didn't tell you Stay away from the snakes son Cause even Day 1's gon' fail you
Take it back to the day Fore' Pops left VA He used to say boy Keep that grass cut low And your eyes on the snakes
Eyes upon the snakes young man They gon' slither up at every turn Eyes upon the snakes young man They gon' slither up at every turn
Smell a couple dollars off a nigga To make sure that they get a couple cents So don't let them all in the bag though They just want to take it out your hands boy
Out in LA where the money don't last And for every palm tree theres a snake in the grass Remember how to move in a room full of vultures Just like pops said you supposed to Young nigga
Take it back to the day Fore' Pops left VA He used to say boy Keep that grass cut low And your eyes on the snakes
Eyes upon the snakes young man They gon' slither up at every turn Eyes upon the snakes young man They gon' slither up at every turn
So go and get it on your own Don't worry about nobody else Don't forget that when you get it they gon come for you They gon' tell you that they love you but nigga don't get to comfortable no
Cause its a hard knock life boy Don't say I didn't tell you Stay away from the snakes son, fake ones Even Day 1's gon' fail you
Take it back to the day Fore' Pops left VA He used to say boy Keep that grass cut low And your eyes on them mufuckin' snakes
Eyes upon the snakes young man They gon' slither up at every turn
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