Hollywood Undead, Fudd Rukus, Demrick, Prodigal Sunn - Whatever It Takes (Mixtape) lyrics
Hollywood Undead [J-Dog, Funny Man, Johnny 3 Tears, Charlie Scene, Danny] LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Hollywood Undead, Fudd Rukus, Demrick, Prodigal Sunn - Whatever It Takes Mixtape lyrics]
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine, and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
I'm in this like the red blood of a winner
Heart of a champion
Moving through the game, relevant
Strong as an elephant
Face anything that I'm faced
I'm wise and intelligent
Skills across the field, on the court
King of my regiment
Train every day, being lazy don't pay
If you do what it takes
You could rise on your way
So you did it from the sons of man
Wu Tang Clan rose from the bottom of the pot
To top of the pan
And if you believe in yourself
Then you know that you can
Do anything you put your heart and mind to
Rowing them in
Flow and expand, flow with the team
Keep it serene
And you win some, you lose some
All part of the dream
I never give up, focused on the goal at hand
Take my time, do it right
Orchestrate with my plan
Activate and captivate the fans
The name on the brand
Divided we fall, united we stand
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
Too many lames in my lane, I don't entertain
Eliminate anything that's in the way
We in a game full of clones and clowns
Can't even hold your ground
Boy, you'll never hold the crown
Bitch niggas need ultrasounds
Cookies by the pound, freshly baked
Forever beg the chase
Moving through the interstate to get the cake
Gotta get a plaque for all my
Niggas that got a case
You out a captive safe and those
Who definitely get a cape
I'm feeling outta place in this
Room full of fake taking food off my plate
Worst move you could make
Flatline, stainless steel, black nine
Baow baow, lay 'em flat, send 'em
Back to the other side, bye
Win or lose, just know I die for my troops
How you keep it a hundred with
Them lies in your truth
You see I been A1 since day one
Just say something different
You don't live it, there's a difference
Take your bitches by the minute
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
Welcome to the machine
The nightmare's not far behind
But the dream's near
It's never ending till I'm
Trending like Supreme gear
There's nothing clean here
Replacing all the soapy shit
Don't pay him for the dope he spit's
I'm making it with opiates
Shooting for the moon like I'm
Racing with the Soviets bring the West back
It's feeling vacant now that Kobe quit
I'm rolling in your chick's Accord or my '64
Sipping Coors in a Lincoln Ford
Bumping Liquid Swords
Even if I don't agree what
The culture shifted towards
I'll die without the music kinda like
What Jim with The Doors
They wanna pull me in
The gutter like Pennywise
But, I'm wise with the pennies, plenty tried
Instead I steady rise
I haven't left the streets
Barely slept in weeks
All my equity is dirty and the septic leaks
Kept it G and bypassed the meter
Now my grass is greener
Over white trash and cheaper, motherfucker
Thought you knew?
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine, and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine, and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
I'm in this like the red blood of a winner
Heart of a champion
Moving through the game, relevant
Strong as an elephant
Face anything that I'm faced
I'm wise and intelligent
Skills across the field, on the court
King of my regiment
Train every day, being lazy don't pay
If you do what it takes
You could rise on your way
So you did it from the sons of man
Wu Tang Clan rose from the bottom of the pot
To top of the pan
And if you believe in yourself
Then you know that you can
Do anything you put your heart and mind to
Rowing them in
Flow and expand, flow with the team
Keep it serene
And you win some, you lose some
All part of the dream
I never give up, focused on the goal at hand
Take my time, do it right
Orchestrate with my plan
Activate and captivate the fans
The name on the brand
Divided we fall, united we stand
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
Too many lames in my lane, I don't entertain
Eliminate anything that's in the way
We in a game full of clones and clowns
Can't even hold your ground
Boy, you'll never hold the crown
Bitch niggas need ultrasounds
Cookies by the pound, freshly baked
Forever beg the chase
Moving through the interstate to get the cake
Gotta get a plaque for all my
Niggas that got a case
You out a captive safe and those
Who definitely get a cape
I'm feeling outta place in this
Room full of fake taking food off my plate
Worst move you could make
Flatline, stainless steel, black nine
Baow baow, lay 'em flat, send 'em
Back to the other side, bye
Win or lose, just know I die for my troops
How you keep it a hundred with
Them lies in your truth
You see I been A1 since day one
Just say something different
You don't live it, there's a difference
Take your bitches by the minute
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine and I'mma take it
So put your hands up
Welcome to the machine
The nightmare's not far behind
But the dream's near
It's never ending till I'm
Trending like Supreme gear
There's nothing clean here
Replacing all the soapy shit
Don't pay him for the dope he spit's
I'm making it with opiates
Shooting for the moon like I'm
Racing with the Soviets bring the West back
It's feeling vacant now that Kobe quit
I'm rolling in your chick's Accord or my '64
Sipping Coors in a Lincoln Ford
Bumping Liquid Swords
Even if I don't agree what
The culture shifted towards
I'll die without the music kinda like
What Jim with The Doors
They wanna pull me in
The gutter like Pennywise
But, I'm wise with the pennies, plenty tried
Instead I steady rise
I haven't left the streets
Barely slept in weeks
All my equity is dirty and the septic leaks
Kept it G and bypassed the meter
Now my grass is greener
Over white trash and cheaper, motherfucker
Thought you knew?
I do whatever it takes to make it
Break through anything I'm face to face with
It's true, you gon' make me lose my patience
'Cause victory is mine, and I'mma take it
So put your hands up