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Whatever it takes - Big Mike Style

This song is not about any particular person. Lyrics Night windows hum while I count what I took, Ink dries blacker than the lies in the book. Big Bang Bad Mike with a pistol at the waist, Silence for dessert, power for the taste. I wanted the nameplate, the corner, the crown, So I learned how to smile while I’m burning it down. Backroom handshakes, hallway chess, Moved pieces like people, then called it success. I ghosted careers with a clause that I wrote, Took bows for your wins, stapled my note. Leaked just enough to make rivals look small, Signed NDAs, watched their futures crawl. Raise a glass to the knife I hid, Boardroom cheers for the things I did. If virtue had value, it never slid— Credit where it pays me, kid. Did what it takes just to stand at the peak, Red on my fingers that soap can’t reach. Up where the echo has nothing to say, “Was it worth all the wreckage?”—fuck ’em, I stay. It’s all for Big Bad Mike, write my name in the stone, From rags to riches and colder than bone. Deals for a heartbeat, mercy on lock, Alone in the penthouse, alone on the clock. Promised the moon, then I priced out the sun, Blackmailed the truth till the truth couldn’t run. Passed out promotions like leashes and leads, Kept yes-men close and I watered the weeds. Politics thick as the ash in my lungs, Dress code: smiles, plus a tongue that stuns. Two-faced memos with a silk-lined bite, I fired by daylight and dined that night. Call it ambition, call it a flood, Every rung I climbed was bought with blood. If guilt is a cost, I expensed the mud— Stamped paid-in-full with a colder thud. Did what it takes just to stand at the peak, Red on my fingers that soap can’t reach. Up where the echo has nothing to say, “Was it worth all the wreckage?”—fuck ’em, I stay. It’s all for Big Bad Mike, write my name in the stone, From rags to riches and colder than bone. Deals for a heartbeat, mercy on lock, Alone in the penthouse, alone on the clock. Took credit, took cover, took hearts off the board, Took vows to myself like a private accord. If conscience knocks, I ignore the chord, I was born to command and the rest got cored. Did what it takes just to stand at the peak, Red on my fingers that soap can’t reach. Up where the echo has nothing to say, “Was it worth all the wreckage?”—fuck ’em, I stay. It’s all for Big Bad Mike, write my name in the stone, From rags to riches and colder than bone. Deals for a heartbeat, mercy on lock, Alone in the penthouse, alone on the clock. What have I done What I had to. Young me said: chin up, don’t fold—eat or be eaten. Too far That’s a word for people who never left the curb. Over my head I been over odds, over walls, over all of you. Look me in the eyes—God knows the truth, I know the cost. Rags taught me hungry; money taught me colder. Steel on the waist, ice in the soul—focus over feelings. Big Mike—same code, bigger target. Play or get played.