Take It

I'm on the bottom I've been chasing all the stardom
Life of an artist mostly carbon, little diamond
Running to the gate, knowing they will hate
Knowing money is nothing more than a fucking bait
But I'll take it, if it means food on my plate I'ma take it
If it means finding some to love I'ma take it
If it means walking with my way I'ma take it
If it means never faking shit I'ma take it
I'ma take it
I'ma take it
I'ma go and take that shit
I'ma go and take that shit

Late night early morning I'm never phased
This is just another life who care if it's waste
Who care if it's the last day on the fast lane
Who's asking life's only cascade made of basket
Yeah and I'm known for thinking too much
Even if it's petty shit or just be my hunch
I've been hard on people around me way too much
At times even on my mom bringing me lunch
A little traumatised but I should apologise
Never tried to compromise, over analysed
I am not the best in this world that much I know
But I keep walking on my path even though I'm fuckin' slow
Slacking and lacking but I'll always find my own hack
This my own path seen a lot of hate but I drove past
Not the known caste but I'll make my flow last
With my own act till you ask me where my show's at

I'm on the bottom I've been chasing all the stardom
Life of an artist mostly carbon, little diamond
Running to the gate, knowing they will hate
Knowing money is nothing more than a fucking bait
But I'll take it, if it means food on my plate I'ma take it
If it means finding some to love I'ma take it
If it means walking with my way I'ma take it
If it means never faking shit I'ma take it
I'ma take it
I'ma take it
I'ma go and take that shit
I'ma go and take that shit

They say that when it's art
Money ain't involved and shit
They say that when you start
Money ain't a problem shit
I ain't here to have this interaction
I just want my pockets fuller
Full of worst distractions
So just watch my actions
Writing through the night as I lock the action
Load up on my words then I cap the page
Pick the mic then I drop the rage
Can you listen to it now what I have to say is
That I've been worshipping money like I'm a satanist
But more I chase it gets erased from my pay slips
It does from the cusp of my hands
It bursts from my grasp like I got holes for my hands, it's sad
And like just as the rhyme scheme goes with the flow
A little slow from before, I'm mad
And I see far in the distance
All the things that I had ever wanted are out of my control
And they can all call me a control freak but at
The end of the day I know that my shit on fleek
And all I want is just money now
Cause these days are a bit dark I want them Sunny now, now

I'm on the bottom I've been chasing all the stardom
Life of an artist mostly carbon, little diamond
Running to the gate, knowing they will hate
Knowing money is nothing more than a fucking bait
But I'll take it, if it means food on my plate I'ma take it
If it means finding some to love I'ma take it
If it means walking with my way I'ma take it
If it means never faking shit I'ma take it



Credits
Writer(s): Utkarsh Kumar Singh
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