Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Giventake, artist - The Grouch. Album song Success is Destiny, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.02.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Giventake |
I work my fingers to the bone |
My elbow grease seeps |
Benefits get reaped |
I keep talk to a minimum |
Props, I never rented 'em |
I own all my masters |
Selling tapes for cash, fuck the middlemen bastards |
Though, it’d have been faster to take that route |
I’m observing those who didn’t |
That’s unfortunate how it turned out |
I learned early that beatin' fools is a worldly trade |
Man, how you gonna profit off the music that I made? |
C’mon now, I’ll trade you for something equal |
But robbing artists blind isn’t the way to be treating people |
And I can see that it’s gonna take some sweat |
But perseverance plus a talent forms a weapon, and |
We steppin' in fresher this year |
Objects in the rear view are closer than they appear |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps on the plate |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps on the plate |
Give me a break |
What do they have to pay for? |
The energies from Earth? |
What, do they own that too? |
(Nah) |
A slew of bills fill my mailbox month to month (Fuck that) |
The numbers stump me like math |
I got to pay to take a bath, what? |
Pay to see my ass, and |
Pay for them to haul away the trash when it’s full |
Pay to heat my food, and |
Pay to watch the tube, and |
If I don’t have cable there’s no channels for me to flip |
And that’s more grip |
And if you’re poor, shit |
They only give a few extensions (Not to me…) |
Dimensions of the plot run thick (Thick) |
Pretty soon we’ll pay for air when they figure out how to sell it |
Tell it like you know it, and everybody wants to laugh |
Probably never hear the truth, 'til they take away the cash |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps on the plate |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps on the plate |
So many ways to drain a lifespan |
Sometimes I worry late at night and |
Try to fight the urge to smoke that bidi |
But despite man’s will |
Still my lungs are smoke-filled |
And I hope to build with better tools |
But I be playin' the fool still |
Like, let me get a Sausage McMuffin with egg |
A little liquor to get on a fade |
And I would really have it made |
If she would spread her legs |
Probably aid me to my death |
Before I got the chance to age |
Wagin' war all my life |
But even if I didn’t |
Somebody else could do it, and |
Wish me my good riddance |
When I’m gone |
Send me on my path, my merry way |
Time is but the test |
We livin' in scary days |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps on the plate |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps on the plate |
It’s a give and take |
What you’re given’s what they take |
There’s no leftovers |
Only scraps |
Only scraps |
No leftovers, only scraps |
Give and take |
(Nothing's ever left for me |
Nothing’s ever left for me) |