So much for a family

HOOK:

Good luck dealin’ with the snake you let inside,

Smiled for the cam, lied straight to your fuckin’ eyes.

Ain’t say a name but the shoe fit tight,

If this shit hit home—yeah, that’s your fuckin’ life.

VERSE 1:

You let a shapeshiftin’ clout addict on Team Riot,

Whole personality fake, loud, and unquiet.

One day angel, next day chaos and violence,

Anything for attention, anything for the sirens.

No morals, no code, just trends and reflection,

Mirrors who poppin’, steals tone and direction.

Can’t answer “who are you?” without a correction,

So they stir up drama just to feel a connection.

Talk family in the feed, talk shit in the dark,

Play victim in public, play demon in parts.

Every DM reckless, every comment an act,

Whole existence a lie held together with cap.

HOOK:

Good luck dealin’ with the snake you let inside,

Smiled for the cam, lied straight to your fuckin’ eyes.

We don’t gotta say it, the math apply,

If the shoe slithered on—don’t ask us why.

VERSE 2:

You ignored every warning, every red-ass flag,

Defended that mess like it wasn’t that bad.

Now you stressed, scrollin’, tryna clean up the past,

But screenshots don’t forget and karma don’t lag.

That thing don’t build shit, just feeds and corrodes,

Sucks energy dry then explodes when exposed.

Can’t stand on truth longer than ten fuckin’ seconds,

So it rewrites history anytime it’s questioned.

Identity switchin’ for clicks and applause,

Different face every week, still the same fuckin’ flaws.

No spine, no base, no ground to stand on,

Just noise in a room and opinions borrowed.

VERSE 3:

Team Riot supposed to be solid and real,

You let chaos in, now look at the field.

Whole vibe contaminated, trust fractured and peeled,

All ‘cause you thought a snake could be healed.

That thing lives off confusion, conflict, and mess,

If peace too quiet, it creates distress.

Starts fires, hides hands, then cries when addressed,

Professional victim with a talent for stress.

We peeped it early, you called us “too harsh,”

Now the truth bit back and left teeth marks.

Funny how reality play its part,

Now you stuck babysittin’ a walking-ass spark.

HOOK:

Good luck dealin’ with the snake you let inside,

Smiled for the cam, lied straight to your fuckin’ eyes.

No names dropped, but the outline precise,

If it feel specific—that ain’t our advice.

VERSE 4:

Can’t keep a story straight, can’t keep a lane,

Every version contradicts the last one you claimed.

One minute holy, next minute deranged,

All for a comment, a share, or a name.

That thing don’t know loyalty, just survival

Whoever feeds attention becomes its revival.

Soon as you stop clappin’, it turns homicidal,

Burns every bridge then calls it “tribal.”

Now you gotta wear it ‘cause you cosigned the mess,

Invited it in, now it won’t fuckin’ rest.

Snakes don’t leave quiet, they poison the nest,

And blame everybody else for the stress.

OUTRO / FINAL HOOK:

So yeah—good luck dealin’ with the shit you chose,

Once you let a snake in, everybody knows.

We moved on clean