Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It Takes, artist - Ubi. Date of issue: 25.07.2019
Song language: English
What It Takes |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |