Jimmy Iovine (Feat. Ab-Soul)

I put my life on the line I roll them dice and I’m fine Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin’ it They ain’t giving it I’m taking it I’m taking it taking it I ain’t giving it I’m taking it taking it I ain’t giving it I’m taking it taking it I need all that shit If I just went in this slowly the police wouldn’t notice Gotta be strategic creepin go in leave with that motive Hold up my plan is forming alright case in this building Watch these rappers that rappin’ walk in and leave out with millions Cut in and sway there open that front door And it’s gold printed out right by the entrance door closes Then a metaphor then I start towards That front that’s right where you check in Dressed in an uniform acting like a janitor All blue jumpsuit why shoot Bloodthirsty for the money like a bull Looking in the eyes of the matador Carrying 2 cans of paint Security looks at me awkward I say third floor I’m late Paintin’ Jimmy Iovine’s office Holding my breath ‘bout to faint I’m scared to death of that he stops me Heart beating so loud you can hear the echo in that lobby And see I’m breaking down if I don’t make it out Then I’m leaving town with that contract And I’m spazzing out cover the in or out Loose chair and I’m taking him hostage I don’t give a fuck step into the elevator press stream Now I’m headed up What they don’t know is there is a gun and a paint can And I’m ready and willing to bust ‘em I’m fucking desperate Stuck in this recession not what you think But if I could get signed my life is destined My future depends on ink And secretary at the front of the entrance staring right at me I walk up she whispers go ahead and then gives me a wink I put my life on the line I roll them dice and I’m fine Cause all I ever dreamt about was makin’ it They ain’t giving it I’m taking it I’m taking it taking it I ain’t giving it I’m taking it taking it I ain’t giving it I’m taking it taking it I ain’t giving it I’m taking it taking it I need all that shit If I get past security the secretary the cubicals But it’s weird it’s like this room I’ve walked into is unusual Thought it would be shiny and beautiful Thought it would be alive and like musical But it feels like someone died it’s got the vibe of a funeral There’s numbers on a chalkboard CDs boxed in cardboard Artists that flopped that got dropped and never got to be sophomores Graphic designers are sitting around Waiting for albums that never come out Complainin’ that they have nobody in house Wonderin’ what they make art for I start thinking am I in the right place Just walk forward see plaques on the wall Oh yea in a second those will be all yours Finally see an office with a mounted sign heaven sent Big block silver letters read it out loud President This was my chance to grab that contract and turn and jet Right then felt a cold hand grab on the back of my neck He said we’ve been watching you so glad you could make it Your music gets so impressive in this whole brand you created You’re one hell of a band we here think you’re destined for greatness And with that right song we all know that you’re next to be famous Now I’m sorry I’ve had a long day remind me now what your name is That’s right Macklemore of course today has been crazy Anyway you ready We’ll give you a hundred thousand dollars After your album comes out we’ll need back that money that you borrowed So it’s really like a loan a loan Come on no We’re a team 360 degrees we will reach your goals You’ll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road Along with a third of the money you make when you’re out doing your shows Manager gets 20 booking agent gets 10 So shit after taxes you and Ryan have 7 percent to split That’s not bad I’ve seen a lot worse No one will give you a better offer than us I replied I appreciate the offer thought that this is what I wanted Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked