What It Takes - Ubi

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