TAKERINGS Songtext
von Nizar13

My name rings, I′ll take your rings
Fuck the feds. Man ain't saying a thing
Play to win. Save your face I break them in
The J is laced to paper chase I make a mint
Move the piece pass thru the peas... kapiche
I get the Bread and smoke the blue cheese
My shorty Sudanese. Dropping to her knees
That′s my New release. I cut and flew in the breeze
With No regrets. I keep it moving forward don't regress When we was yutes on stolen peds
Now I'm rocking gold and rolling in the Benz
And wrote this rhyme with a golden pen
Feed the Doberman. And pat myself on the back
The lone wolf, ahead of the pack. I never lack
Smoking on the 10£ bag
Got this Downpacked
My bredrin just got let out on tag


Flows gutter. Smoke the gushers
Your hoes Butters. I put the o′s in the cupboard
M O, with another golden nugget
Foreign women blow the trumpet
Rocking new Dior. I always knew the score
Booting thru your door
Fuck what you knew before. Move the raw
Raps move you to your core. Still abuse the law
This The cut above. No cutting the drugs
Move it quick, then I′m hitting up the plug
I'm on a run. And on the up. Get in the way
I leave you in a mess, feds mopping up your blood
We Was Supposed to never win. But it′s all I did
I get it in. You just talking big. You talking
To the pigs. Your shit is caution to the wind
You fronting like I didn't do it hoe- of course I did