take from me
(feat. claret jai)
you’re going to be okay, kid. you’re going to be okay
[hook: claret jai]
is everything not enough?
what more can i give up?
is there anyone that i can trust?
i give you my all and you still take from me
[verse 1: royce da 5’9″]
always been the type of dude that’ll feed my clique
i know that without the fans, i ain’t sh*t
but y’all better read my lips; i don’t spit raps this i’ll
for you to just hack and steal and leak my sh*t, so peep my drift
i hope y’all don’t think y’all helping me out with that sh*t
that sh*t’s stressin’ me out
nickel nine is blowin’ up
christmas time, you should hang my alb*m on top of your fireplace
cause around that time, my stocking is goin’ up
feels like a victory, bittersweet
cause the bigger i get, the bigger the wedge
between the relationship of me and my bigger bro
hear what i said?
feels like the sh*t was wished on me
everything i do for the n*gg*, and the n*gg* know
i would do anything for him,
but the n*gg* refuse to quit just straight sh*ttin’ on me
keepin’ your distance? probably best
if you don’t wanna f*ck with me
but you know me probably best, f*ck pity
you want that? you know it’s laila ali’s chest: tough t*tty!
the problems, you got a problem, you think that i’m already set
so i’m a look down on you? just be proud of me, you already got my respect
i ain’t tryina say something i regret, so i’m a just stop, chasing the pain
let you deal with the fact we don’t get along
cause i got a big face in the game
sometimes i feel like “f*ck my life, ” i f*ck with a few n*gg*s
that i know that if my chick was a shady ho,
n*gg*s wouldn’t think twice ‘fore they f*ck my wife
guess that’s the difference in friends and *ssociates,
i done been broke, i done been through the motions
i don’t pay no attention to birds,
i use my scope and i tend to the vultures
no one ever blows up your phone just to talk,
i don’t make money just to loan it to y’all
tell a n*gg* that the new alb*m is like
dialing and then talking to a hole in the wall
please look at these expenses, these n*gg*s expensive
if i gotta lend you money every time i see you
just to be your friend, b*tch, i don’t really need your friendship.
[bridge: claret jai]
i give, and i give
and you take, and you take
and you just walk away without nothing to say, you just take from me
you just take from me
[verse 2: eminem]
i live in a bubble, i struggle with the fame
trouble as the pain grows double; give a f*ck what you say
when my music you take so subtle, just to give it away
to people who don’t even appreciate flows, mothaf*cka, i’m livid today
cause i break my back to give you my art, you steal my thoughts
it’s like driving a spike through my heart
you might not think it’s that big of a deal to steal from me
but music is all i got
aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr
but it’s getting harder than i thought
to not just go crazy, trapped in this house, i’m about to just snap
am i not deserving of what i got, did i not work for it?
put it all in every record that i record
well then please tell me why on this earth
lord does it keep happening, i keep rapping
but i wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullsh*t
cause it feels like a down, there ain’t no gettin up from
but i won’t let it get me down, i won’t succ*mb
i’m anything but glum, so f*ck ’em!
they’ll appreciate me when i’m gone; they’ll say it was i’ll, right?
the way i kill mics? but the way i feel right now
it just feels like i’m so done with this sh*t i might as well wipe
i have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute
farewell i bid you, but before i go, my last gift to you
ladies and gentlemen, slaughterhouse i give you!