Take - Without Cocoa '88 Secret track

RATKING feat. Salomon Faye

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Take People love to take 'Course and it makes Them feel good Feels good to get, but it's harder to give, live With what decisions you make Take Ask, get, that, take, take But it's harder to give Hard to live With what decisions you make Used to hate, now they take and eat it all up Only given what I'm given when I give it Thank you for you, you beautiful fools Losing your cool but it's cool You give me my grace, I give you this food, now eat it Respect it, digest it and shit it but keep the nutrition These blessings embedded in recipes rest in my dishes I'm only given what I'm given when I give it cause it feel good Ratking illusion fuck you real good Bitch, nigga And I ain't using my dick, I mind fuck you to bits And piece you back to a hieroglyphic scripture scriptured above These fucks claiming they bad Hydrogen mask so I don't fall for the gas, you full of shit That you deserve and a handful of this Sport Life with Hak and Wiki Wik Take, take, take, take, take Give, give, give, give, give Get, get, get, get, get Live, live, live, live Take Cocoa '88 Yo, yo, yo St. Louis, Missouri Baltimore, Maryland New York City When I look in the sky I see a hex like someone held a Baphomet high And I ask myself, "who is that guy?" Or is it just I? Drawing with my eyes There's been times I'm surprised I survived And I wonder if its an angel that blessed this Or what devil distresses with a messes mixed message in my head Stumbled ever so blessed Ooh wee, ooh wee The lights's playing tricks on me Faces and shadows displayed Drawn on every which way Make that light go away, so no contrast for shadows to play There's no contrast for shadows to play Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days Immaculate exam Winner gets iller, gets bad as a patient In the hospital bed, hospital, hospital bed about to be vacant Not cause hes healed and better It's real he's dead, I said, "It's sad ain't it"? My bad, I'm so good, fucka so good so good you had to hate it Some had to lump it Had to shrug it up to the point had to bump it No man ever mastered nothin' That mentality's disaster comin' 6 bars and you braggin', done it You a casualty, had it comin' Loot and had to be [?] Move over, I decide to come over and blast the subject You old and catching up, you wack as fuck that (you wack) Twitting instead of fishing and catching nothing Whether it's rhymes or whatever you find Whether I'm wetting the rain or sweating the shine The weather is fine, for peddling dimes Oodles of charm, kudos to mom (love you mom) Lullabies on my arms, platinum plaques? in my palms [?] rising riding the bar Dropped out sing songs Wanted aunt to [?] Out of many there's one, fell out of Proved that it's fun First thing you know straight to my tongue Teen years are twisted and tough Why am I thinking I'm dirt and I'm dumb Why am I proving to you that I won Tuning my ships, humble and young Severed the knot, started at sun Root in my mind, let me run Like father, like son City decides payments Paddling [?] sprayin' with guns Thought you'd forget me would have never spared Looters on Lenox, laying with bums Looters on Lenox, laying with bums Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, smooth talkers find nothing to say Days work for days pay, if wishes were horses beggars would sway Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days Days work for days pay, spit til there's nothing left up in my brain Days work for days pay, willing to listen not kick it for days