Takers (Exercise #2) Lyrics

C'mon

What is it to even say anymore?

(Ain't it obvious?)

Y'all niggas oughta start preparin' or something for shit like this

Clippers on high alert

Grass gave a shiver

Serpent niggas with riddles, split tongues like lizards

Beads of sweat as I finish

Just scratching the surface

Never actually seen half of 'em lurkin'

The way I see my purpose now, shit had to be workin'

Had to be said

How I hit the ground runnin' lot of y'all don't realize I'm actually ahead

Scratchin' winning tickets, niggas just scratchin' they heads

Had to be destined

When they passed me the pen, passed me a weapon

I pray hard for the dead

I send thanks for the blessing

Bumped my head, said thanks for the lesson

Instead of checking the temp I'm coolin' off in a second

Diffusing all of my stressors from gettin' me too pressed

Life movin'

I only took like two breaths to get through it

They threw hoops and I stepped through it

You haven't stepped to it yet

Figured this was all rudiment

Victory taste sweet as Nutrament

Like to liken me to a pleasant suprise but they all knew it man

Blood icy, can't say I knew a vamp

Wouldn't invite him in

We raising the bar high as shit, nigga try a lift

You spittin' played out shit, nigga try a mint

Give me a minute

Not the best at asking forgiveness

Maybe I'm too giving

After all the takers is winning

Got me feelin' complacent at best

Used to be shaken

Might gotta shake 'em down for the cheques

They don't know how I'm livin'

Give me all of the sense 'till my sins been forgiven

Ion never forget 'cause niggas gotta be trippin'

I was trippin'