Lyrics WHAT DOES IT TAKE? - VII

I been around the way, floatin around the Bay, like what do it take?
I got a sound to shape, I ain't bringin down the rate, cuz I gotta make
Whatever ends gon get me up outta this crib, but keep me up outta the state
If it's some M's that I'm really meant to repose, I'm probably buyin the safe first, cuz
When I
Speak things to existence
I'm efficient
Inhibitions?
I'm resistant
If it's issues
Then it's instant, shorty it's up
We ain't gon give it too much, I just gotta show you enough
Might as well show em the goals, it's daily, I already show em the touch
Ballon d'Or with the footwork, way I'm movin unmatched if you keep it a buck
I don't believe people sayin they up
They ain't never seen nobody givin as much
People ain't hearin the difference between when I'm practicing and when they drop what they rushed
But if they get theirs and I don't get mine, then they the ones winning and I'm outta luck
Like, what is enough?

I done gave blood, sweat, tears to this
Till I went outta my mind
Been runnin weeks, months, years of trips
Wish it was nothin but time
I done lost love, stress, fear, a grip
Everything out on the line
So don't act a fool when I'm gettin to mine
I coulda been hurtin, I got on the grind
I done gave blood, sweat, tears to this
Till I went outta my mind
Been runnin weeks, months, years of trips
Wish it was nothin but time
I done lost love, stress, fear, a grip
Everything out on the line
So don't act a fool when I'm gettin to mine
I coulda been hurtin, I got on the grind
But what does it take?

Like it could be more, and it could be less, and it could be great
If I could be sure then there would be fewer days that this would feel like a mistake
And y'all knew I worked before but when it get harder it hurt the lore
And I know some niggas would curse the Lord if they ain't get what they was workin for
J Cole said talk about broke rappin, then he made 100 Mil, nigga, what happened?
Then bro got on tour and he told the whole crowd pre-song when he made it he was up cappin
Same typa niggas sayin they don't duck action be in private talkin wild then they all Chaplin when a nigga get beside them and Mike Jackson
Superman to the bills til they all Batson
Shazam
What I been cookin, that's part of the plan
Summer so hot it be harder to jam
Walk on the corner, it's outta my hands
Streets Benihana I see and don't bother, I'm pushin my peace with the piece on my potna
Megaman weapons, it's all in the hands
Got a Megan on me make it harder to stand up
Jennifer's body, they switch up the vibe when I step in the party
I'm only with angels and people who listen, you ain't one of them, get the fuck from beside me, cuz
Shit that we give it a mission, I'm cool when I move cuz I knew the tradition
These niggas be callin it callin my bluff when they peep that I got what they knew they was missing

I done gave blood, sweat, tears to this
(Right?)
Till I went outta my mind
(Okay)
Been runnin weeks, months, years of trips
Wish it was nothin but time
I done lost love, stress, fear, a grip
Everything out on the line
So don't act a fool when I'm gettin to mine
I coulda been hurtin, I got on the grind
I done gave blood, sweat, tears to this
Till I went outta my mind
Been runnin weeks, months, years of trips
Wish it was nothin but time
I done lost love, stress, fear, a grip
Everything out on the line
So don't act a fool when I'm gettin to mine
I coulda been hurtin, I got on the grind
But what does it take?