What It Takes Lyrics

[Intro]
Doing fine, leave it to me
Suit and tie, leave it to beave
That'll suit me fine, I go with the flow
The U-B-I don't, know if you know

[Verse 1]
I'm a flamethrower my own motive for motivation
I'm underrated and undiscovered, compose your patient
You want in the game but don't know the way
I hope that you make it, it's not a overstatement
To say you don't know what it's taking
I'm checking my notification every second of every day
I don't respond to most but they send messages anyway
Boy you can't get in the game, get some little Debbie fame
Without fans turning they back and feeling heavy hate
Demos for deals, still pray that it will equate
Thinking of Travis and Tech as Steve Jobs, Billie Gates
So they gon' come with they hand open, hope they milli make
See that's why my committee really cannot really affiliate, nah
I got some fine young women with pretty face
They tryna give me chase, they don't know what it really takes
I can remember the shitty days working at City Bay
Making my 58 a shift and then murking some Jimmy Jay's
What it takes

[Hook]
I done a dozen things you did in a day
You hit the brakes, bail if you knew what it would take
What it takes
I done a dozen things you did in a day
You hit the brakes, bail if you knew what it would take
I'm doing fine, leave it to me
Suit and tie, leave it to beave
But that'll suit me fine, I'm easy to please
The U-B-I

[Verse 2]
It takes dedication and skill, longevity to live
With a thick skin and a hustler strategy for your biz
A poisonous pen, money stacked back in your move
Gratitude, and a list of the shit that you gotta prove
I'm feeling great and these feelings are suitable
It's a curse if you're blessed with the gift to create But hate to see that it's beautiful, bro
A couple of dudes I know are moving slow
In music you do or don't
Diligence only way you improve or grow
You one the fence-ass rappers getting sent back
My pen packing a punch that'll punch a hole in your synapse
Woah, words of the wind back
Whispering through the Whitlow
Stepping my L-O-S for the christenin' of my kill zone
Surface for pay in this bitch, hit em with the pill yo
Murder for days, ditch never too big to fill
So hop in, I'm copping the property, that copped the new Benz
I'm here to stay, they came and been away like popular trends
So end of the day, count your blessings, all you got is your friends
And the friends you got depend on if they putting a stop to your ends
That's what it takes

[Hook]
I done a dozen things you did in a day
You hit the brakes, bail if you knew what it would take
What it takes
I done a dozen things you did in a day
You hit the brakes, bail if you knew what it would take
I'm doing fine, leave it to me
Suit and tie, leave it to beave
But that'll suit me fine, I'm easy to please
About to lose my mind from leaving in peace

[Verse 3]
At 5:59, I hibernate in hyperspace
6 AM, I'm wide awake, call you up to get the bag
If you ain't with it, my mistake
Time and place, while you place your time into a pile of waste
I'll be like a mile away, giving you a style to chase
Push away the violent hate
Make sure to make my child a place that validates my efforts
When I stare into a smiling face
Family first, nilous violation, hideaway
If you don't like it, falcon plane, thank me for how mild I paint
Efforts reallocated, trajectory calibrate
To send me into outer space and out this shallow place
That's what it takes

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