Take Notes

Just another ghetto tale

You can hear it coming up

Ghetto child in an empty lot on broken furniture

 

No Burberry, no Louis, just a Derringer

Dari air to jump  so he can dump and they can bury ya

 

Scaring him, never them niggas they on that ruckus shit

Emulating OG niggas they yearn to hustle wit

Burner on that young boys what he accustomed wit

 

Send ’em to the coroner, casket coming wit custom fits

Accustom wit, don’t tell em what we cut it wit

Now we under the wings

Like Delta’s luggage shit

Everything that OG tell him, that nigga running wit

Initiate that nigga with game, a hustlers covenant

 

Cook that

Smuggle this

Get money

Fuck a bitch

 

See mo

Speak no

One day you’ll run this shit

Just listen to a nigga when he tell you what it is man I guarantee you win

 

Chorus:

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes from the marijuana smoke

While I take tokes

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes

 

Crunch time baby boy

Said you wanna get it in

Now you in the game

No ref

No ESPN

No timeouts and no breaks, cause you amongst the men

This is what you wanted back, alright you better have it then

While girl trafficing

Little baby heroine

Little mary jane stuffed in army duffel bags then send

 

No email, stashed by a female

Re-rock, retail these blocks wholesale

Motel lock down

Feds got that drop now

Told you bout them snitch boys

I bet that you believe me now

 

Downtown trip taker

Snitch and you’ll meet your maker

Finger prints picture taker

Call as soon as you wake up

Mama reading the paper

Cry when she seeing your face

You do that juvey time OG he going to rape her

I hope you paid attention cause when you get home again

Nigga this is what it is

 

Chorus:

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes from the marijuana smoke

While I take tokes

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes

 

Now they call him OG youngin’

The streets he running

OG collect calls to him, ’til his home coming

Phone on him

Saying he the king, them niggas don’t want it

Team of little niggas with a gun bigger than them on ’em

 

Brim on him low, taught to stay low key

But he got double what them rims worth in purp Ozs

Just to smoke on please

Let them other niggas stunt, you a star

But the game is nothing without the punt

 

Niggas front, he live it

Shit they talk, he did it

Got a futuristic swag

But the game is vintage

 

On the lame he vicious

With the vision a legendary team if that nigga name ring

Relax and take notes

 

Chorus:

Relax and take notes

While I take tokes from the marijuana smoke

While I take tokes

Relax and take notes

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