Lyrics:

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

Im taking it, taking it, I aint giving it
Im taking it, taking it, I aint giving it
Im taking it, taking it, I aint giving it
Im 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 its gold printed out right by the entrance door closes
Then a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, thats 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 (fuck you!)
Carrying 2 cans of paint, Security looks at me awkward
I say third floor Im late, Paintin' Jimmy Iovine's office
Holding my breath bout to faint
Im 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 dont make it out
Then Im leaving town with that contract
And Im spazzing out, cover the in or out
Loose chair and Im taking him hostage
I dont give a fuck, step into the elevator press stream
Now Im headed up (Heist!)
What they don't know is there is a gun in the paint can
And Im 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

Im taking it, taking it, I aint giving it
Im taking it, taking it, I aint giving it
Im taking it, taking it, I aint giving it
Im taking it, taking it, I need all that shit

If I get past security, the secretary, the cubicals
But its weird, its like this room Ive 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, its got the vibe of a funeral
Theres 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 (nice!)
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: weve been watching you, so glad you could make it
Your music it's so impressive and this whole brand you created
You're one hell of a band, we here think youre destined for greatness
And with that right song we all know that youre next to be famous

Now Im sorry, Ive had a long day remind me, now what your name is?
Thats right, Macklemore, of course, today has been crazy
Anyway, you ready? Well give you a hundred thousand dollars
After your album comes out well need back that money that you borrowed
So its really like a loan, a loan? Come on, no
We're a team, 360 degrees, we will reach your goals!
Youll get a third of the merch that you sell out on the road
Along with a third of the money you make when youre out doing your shows
Manager gets 20, booking agent gets 10
So shit, after taxes you and Ryan have 7% to split
Thats not bad, Ive seen a lot worse, No one will give you a better offer than us (mm-hm)
I replied I appreciate the offer, thought that this is what I wanted
Rather be a starving artist than succeed at getting fucked