[Verse 1]
Cobra in a coat, fake fangs, velvet throat,
Talk clean, act mean — hollow chest, hollow note.
Your girl got a script, you read every line,
Tied to her strings, playing house for rings and wine.
No spine, you fucking hollow, fold away in rain,
Snap hot, blow steam, then sulk with the pain.
You blocked the fam for a wire — cold click, cold cash,
Left the table, missed the calls, traded kin for flash.
Anger like a matchbox — you spark, you scorch,
When it gets real you duck, you torch the porch.
Smile for the 'gram, but your ledger tells the truth,
Counting paper over people — man, you sold your youth.
[Pre-Chorus]
Short breaths, tight chest, you set a false alarm,
Shout loud all night, then hide from the harm.
You chased the green, crossed lines you can't rewind,
Now watch this hook land heavy — headlines in your mind.
[Chorus]
Snake in a suit — Tom, you bite the hand,
Sold your name for bands, now you can't stand.
Blocked the fam for cash — cold as a bank card's glare,
Tom — step in the ring if you think you fucking dare. (x2)
[Verse 2 — Faster cadence]
Remember when Grandma called and you let it ring?
Deposit hit, you froze — no heartbeat, no spring.
Your rage is loud but it's all bark, no bone,
Throw thunder in the chat then vanish off the phone.
She wears the crown, you fetch the throne — pathetic scene,
Act like a king but your crown's a cheap costume sheen.
You trade loyalty like receipts you toss in the bin,
Got receipts on receipts but nothing left to win.
Flip scripts, flip friends, flip your whole kin,
Life's a short film — and you cut out the end.
[Breakdown / Pre-Chorus 2]
Faster breath, tighter gloves, feel the shift,
This is mass truth, no mercy, no drift.
You can storm in with fists or storm in with lies,
Either way — the bell rings and the truth don't disguise.
[Chorus]
Snake in a suit — Tom, you bite the hand,
Sold your name for bands, now you can't stand.
Blocked the fam for cash — cold as a bank card's glare,
Tom — step in the ring if you think you fucking dare. (x2)
[Bridge / Callout — Full Force]
Lace up, Tom, midnight lights, bring that noise,
Gloves tight, mouth quiet — no more cheap decoys.
I'll meet you center, three rounds, corner to corner,
No spectators for the lies, just the bell and a mourner.
Hit the mitts, hit the truth — watch your stories split,
This ain't street talk, it's a test — tell me can you handle it?
We settle beef where men settle things — fist on fist,
No DM receipts, no deleted texts, just clench and twist.
You ran from the family for a paycheck and a pout,
Now face me in the ring — earn your name back, knock it out.
[Final Chorus — Big Finish]
Snake in a suit — Tom, you bite the hand,
Sold your name for bands, now you can't stand.
Blocked the fam for cash — cold as a bank card's glare,
Tom — step in the ring if you think you fucking dare.
Snake in a suit — Tom, you bite the hand,
Show your face, show your heart — stop hiding, man.
[Outro]
This is a call, a loss-or-win, thunder and a r
