Takers (Exercise #2)

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'