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, they ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, they ain't giving it

I'm taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I just went in and stole it, the police would of notice

Gotta be strategic, creepin', go in, leave with that motive

Hold up, my plan is forming, alright, caseing this building

Watch these rappers that rappin' walk in and leave out with millions

Headed in sweatin', open that front door

Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes

Not 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 (f**k you!)

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 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