Allan Kingdom - Take It lyrics

[Hook] You know you gotta take it Cause ain't nobody gonna give it So now I'm finna take it So I could get it how I live it Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) [Verse 1] D-damn I stutter, and another man not bu*ter Up like "Yeah man, what up?" Fam I murder, any other ay when I see him coming I be like, "Damn I'm supper" They be tryin' eat I'ma stay in my cupboard Now I'm trippin' gotta stand like rubbers Like grandma's kitchen, if you think it's too sweet Best believe I use the pan not bu*tered You can't be scared, what you acting hasty for? You be workin' like a slave be sure You get what you wanted plus all the bullsh** that's a chip And the whip like the slave keepers Now back, and tell her drop it, drop it, drop it, drop it Thinkin' about the competition when my friends get it poppin' Put em actin' hard for Need to come down and penetrate what I work for [Hook] You know you gotta take it Cause ain't nobody gonna give it So now I'm finna take it So I could get it how I live it Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it Take it, Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) Take it, Take it, Take it (please) [Verse 2] I don't care I do me do I bounce back like booties do I like my girls black and fine Sweeter then Egusi Stew If we're talking attention Then my haters doing me good They just won't accept me well I'm creating my own hood I'm creating my own food Now you ain't gonna eat, n***a Why school teachers always hated on me n***a no more Bs, imma beast making beats, n***a Jesus around, creeping around Nap on a plane cause I'm sleeping around I told my Mama I'll do it, get the bills off your back When the commas are fluid [Hook] [Verse 3] I make a lot of songs about these women These women that come my way Always bout the ones that leave Not about the ones that stay I make a lot of songs about these n***as n***as all in my face Never really bout my true friends Usually bout the ones that's fake I guess I want I never had [x9]