| Planted my feet back in '88 and I’ve never budged
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| Dodging demons and all the tricks that the Devil does
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| Rolled adversity in the paper to catch a buzz
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| Overcame the snakes that caught us in a blood
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| Cause see I’ve dealt with the constrictors that will try to squeeze you dry
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| And the venomous types that' spitting poison with their lies
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| Yeah, them cold-blooded villians, reptilian instincts
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| Putting holes in your boat and then dip when the ship sinks
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| But see, the seas were getting choppy
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| I felt that cold water
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| Thought for a moment I was down in Davy Jones' locker
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| Felt the Grim Reaper tugging on my coat collar
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| But I pushed through, learning how these crooks move
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| 'Cause life’s a chess game
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| And now I’m thinking so many moves ahead of my advisories they’re in check the
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| same
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| The moment that they sit at the table and try to play
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| Seen 'em coming 20 miles away
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| And so I say
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| Got Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents
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| They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench
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| The vultures have come and I watch as they circle 'round
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| That’s why I gotta hold my ground
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| Yeah, hold my ground
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| I gotta hold my ground
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| Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me?
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| I hold my ground
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| I been at this shit for years, lost hope
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| The times' been survived, it’s pretty clear I won’t
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| Let a snake around my circle in
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| That’ll never work again
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| See the vultures circling like Cher-con's close
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| I should get a tattoo of a stab wound on my back
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| To pay homage to the cats who
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| Snuck up with the blade like Brutus, ruthless tactics
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| Seeing through all their moves, keep moving past it
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| Don’t talk shit with the rats
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| Don’t break bread with the birds
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| Keep these weasels in traps
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| Leave 'em left on the curb
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| See these snakes in the grass
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| Hit that pedal and swerve
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| All I’m speaking is facts
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| Fuck whatever you heard
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| Yeah, 'cause I don’t give a fuck about your feelings
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| Some of my wounds still aren’t done healing
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| But nothing brought me down
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| I keep pushing, bringing deals in
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| Now I’m stacking to the ceiling
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| Now I ain’t fucking with the Snakes and the cheats, deceitful intents
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| They smile as they speak and sneak in your trench
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| The vultures have come and I watch as they circle 'round
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| That’s why I gotta hold my ground
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| Yeah, hold my ground
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| I gotta hold my ground
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| Yeah, my feet planted firmly, ya heard me?
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| I hold my ground |