Lyrics Take it and Run (feat. Jean.) - Kerser , Jean.

Sinkin or swimmin is what we were told
We were young
But no one told
Us how it was done

Spendin your days in a way but you know it's begun
Take what you got
Take it and run

So hot got her reachin' for the sunblock
She like my style and the swag
She hopes it rubs off
I ain't here to waste time
You know the man back
Best advice I can give is to stand back

Got the east south west north feeling it
Bit the kers shit they like me on my killer shit
My black belly in a Back alley
Fuck that
Imma talk 'bout money wit a bud bag

Cruisin one deep, Havin conversations
You think I'm tripping
This my way of concentration
I ain't listen to a hater
Not in any way
I'm a busy man, you see me know I'm getting paid
I ain't like these other rappers
I'm the opposite
My boys are renting houses just to put the crops in it
Ride around got a street mentality
Hustle big you can meet fatalities

Got a flow impecable
You know in what the kers does
The scene needed saving
They lucky that I turned up

I heard em all say "No body perfect"
I agree but I gotta say kers is
Moved out of c town when I got funds
But every single hood there I'm still welcome
That's a different
Shit you know I'm certified
Jealous haters spewin'
They were hoping that the kerser died

Own in the world in the world in my own
That deserves a replay
I'm in a world on my own
With the writing and delivery
Man you cunts are kidding me
I got rich off this shit this is mine and that is literally

I was rappin round the time I got my first pube
I could tell you 'bout my best and my worst move
I could tell you 'bout the beefs that I been through
But I never lost once so I don't need to

Fucken hell let me try stay positive
You said you promise her you known what her promise is?
Setting levels every time I go and pen bars
Sickest Aussie rapper
Man I know I set the bench mark
Gotta get it any second man the clock stop
Still confused this is life at the top scott
Done the proper way too like you didn't know
Don't compare me to a rapper this is different bro

You feel the goosebumps rise off my low tone
Gifted
Haters acting like that don't know
'Member me in the drain for my film clip
Swapping shirts with strays?
That was real shit
Beat the struggle with my brothers and we all tight
I don't care if they talk man, they all lie
What they own man
I'm tired of me braggin
My pockets full if my pants ever saggin'

Get the vibe check your mates if they don't know
You'll find the ones that wanna stay
Won't go
Kers one droppn hits for like ten years
How the fuck else do you think that you get here
Take it and run you can't trust the streets
You can't trust who you trust
Put trust in me
Sinkin' or swimmin
I'm driftin n driftin
They listen n listen
The sickest
I did it again

Sinkin or swimmin is what we were told
We were young
But no one told
Us how it was done

Spendin your days in a way but you know it's begun
Take what you got
Take it and run