Hollywood Undead、Prodigal Sunn、Demrick、Fudd Rukus - Whatever It Takes (Mixtape)

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'll never give up, focused on the goal at hand

Take my time, do it right, orchestrate with my plan

Activate, 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, b***h 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 out of 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 those 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 xxxxxes 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 s**t

Don't pay him for the dope he spits, 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 kind of 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 clean

Kept it G and bypassed the meter, now my grass is greener

Over white trash and cheaper, mother****er, thought you knew, huh?

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