RZE Gold - TAKEOVER

Aye!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo! (YEAH!)
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo! (YEAH!)
Woo!
Woo! (CASH!)
Woo! (UH!)
Woo!
YEAH!
"You already know what is mane it's"
Separating myself from the crooks to the grit and the grind, I been rolling in dough, we Sing yeah (Yeah!)
Tryna get to the top of the shelf with no guidance, no help, they ask why I stick to myself
I done so much more in the lab, while you telling them tales, I've been upping my wealth
Reach for the sky like you grabbing a board, these bars weigh you down like you Breaking the scale
Never had beef with you niggas, you never can phase me
Getting these trophies, y'all stuck in a daydream
Swear you be balling, I started off blazing
Flaming you all, cook you up with some Cajun
I know you don't like me, but now you gon' hate me
Pop in all black, you'll get waxed up like sunscreen
Strapped with the squad, we live like the A-Team
Go up like the club, we gon' zap you with ray beams
I ain't got time for no fucking vacation
I'm back to the grind and the grind been too vacant
I been with the sizzle, I'm popping like bacon
I'm spreading my wings, send you down back to Satan
Don't come with no flex, get a heavier plate
I could come off the bench and still press all your weight
This for the city, I know what's at stake
Push hard for the cause, the takeover awaits
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo! (YEAH!)
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo! (YEAH!)
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo! (YEAH!)
Woo!
Woo!
Woo!
Woo! (YEAH!)
The sky's my verses, don't wanna go versus, no time to be nervous
The nail's in the coffin, I'm scratching the surface
The goat of the game, I will always deserve it
Every step that I took always came with a burden
The rhymes been a passion, my mind is the furnace
Got bars in the vault I could never go wordless
Every line in this song too expensive to purchase
Breaking the rim when I'm dunking, but I'm splashing the three's off the court
Stay on your side, we back on the rise to the top of the game
While you sit on your porch
Said we back on the rise, going up like the north
When I turn off the meter, your team will get scorched
I'ma stick to the bucks, I don't need no Dior
Make it rain, I'ma spend it, then go get some more
Aye
MVP man, Hooper's Chronicle, yeah
Ball!
Ball!
Ball!
Ball!
Ball!
Ball!
Ball!

Written by:
Lineal Powell

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