Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Be Great, artist - Ice Billion BergDate of issue: 01.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Be Great |
| At a point and time, I was like, fuck rap, fuck the labels, fuck the radio |
| I could go back to the streets and double that |
| Start a trucking company, and hire my dogs |
| But I heard the longer you wait to quit, the higher the fall |
| And I was chest-deep in this shit |
| With an army of people dependin' on me Like, how you gon' quit this here? |
| You got a family, you got a team, most of all you got your son |
| And did you say you want that Bentley? That ain’t no regular-ass car |
| Or for nobody with no regular-ass job |
| Nah; and that new Rolly ain’t no regular-ass watch |
| You know just what you gotta do to get it; go, young nigga, go And when you reach them current goals, you need to go for even more |
| Be great, young nigga, be great |
| I swear to God, I told myself this shit when I was at my lowest one day |
| Real niggas never quit, we adjust and adapt |
| And you would say that I know magic, I made something from scratch |
| I’m tryin' to Bill Gate the base, Warren Buffet the crack, Basquiat my art |
| But I’m lovin' my cash |
| Rozay say he watched me, all the way up the hill |
| No matter if you the greatest, nigga, they gon' hate you still |
| So be great, young nigga, be great |
| Get your paper; fuck them hoes, you tell them bitches to wait |
| I’m pullin' capers with these flows, and tryin' to open the safe |
| I swear to God, you in my way, bitch, I’mma open this cake |
| I try to talk to my little brother, tell him get his shit straight |
| But that young nigga livin' wild, and that’s a whole 'nother case |
| And I believe a product of a distant dad should have a little more drive |
| Especially if momma strong-minded, with a little more pride |
| And it bother me everyday, cause I wanna do more |
| But a nigga gotta want it, and that’s my only lil' bro |
| Be great, young nigga, be great |
| I’mma back you on whatever, with whatever it takes |
| So many niggas from my own hometown went pro |
| To the point if I name 'em all, I couldn’t finish this song |
| I just watch like a proud brother, rootin' them boys |
| Name-droppin' like hell; I went to school with them boys |
| On the other hand, I got a lotta niggas doin' time and shit |
| Some kinda mad cause I been busy, you know grindin' and shit |
| I’m talkin' twelve-hours-a-day, studio-timin' and shit |
| Sacrificin' everything, barely vibin' with jit |
| So if I missed a few phone calls, dog I ain’t trippin' |
| Really I’m probably out here stressin' harder than you tryin' to get it Hopin' when they let you out, you on some chill-out shit |
| So you can stay out them crackers face and raise your kids |
| And be great, tell them shorties be great |
| Cause they the only true thang that’s gon' carry your name |
| And from my heart I got love for you, nigga, I do And you gon' have me in your corner long as you keep it true |
| Just keep your faith, homie. |