[Mark Battles:] Momma said, go be great son and do what you love As long as you ain't stealing and ain't moving no drugs Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough When you stop doing you is when you're doing too much You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta, you gotta, you gotta
That's my nigga spitting, if he call, I'm on the way Nostradamus, philosophic, when he blowing J's In my city, bumping Dizzy, this the golden age She hit my mentions, reminiscing 'bout the older days Got the game, it's 'bout time the ref blow the whistle Collecting profit and we pop it like a loaded pistol With my homies, they just chilling, probably rolling swishers Don't them niggas get to shooting like you photogenic Know we did it, window shopping with the baddest women And she suck me 'til I'm sleep, but she classy with it Daddy get it, you just wanna join the family business You ain't help me get it started, how we plan to finish Can't replenish the time started, my mind sharper Give me the title like Shawn Carter, I grind harder All these niggas is just see through Watching it how we do, you should try and be you
Momma said, go be great son and do what you love As long as you ain't stealing and ain't moving no drugs Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough When you stop doing you is when you're doing too much You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta, you gotta, you gotta
[Curren$y:] Closed a deal a day, time to celebrate Bong rips in the elevator, take it all the way to the top floor playa Penthouse spent about 1.5 maybe more, fuck it though Make more, put that bus bag on the roll, touring town Smoking pounds, we cooked up to get tore down Full of that top shelf so go on and help yourself around We got so much of it, it's like I'm stuck with it That's why I struck it rich, never on no sucker shit I would never fuck with it, carry it, uh, like my luggage kid Gucci roll away, marble rolling trays 3.9 shooting Jays, Reggie Miller In that killer Chevrolet, hit a swisher, super laid out Six-tray, motherfucking rag top Pass by your house, look like a drive-by Bitches pass out
[Mark Battles:] Momma said, go be great son and do what you love As long as you ain't stealing and ain't moving no drugs Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough When you stop doing you is when you're doing too much You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta, you gotta, you gotta
I wake up with a smile on my cheek That bullet missed me by an inch, coulda been found in the street Really started from the bottom, I was bound in the heat Now I just got off tour, twenty thousand a week Cause this sound is unique, aye, respect my nigga Cuse for the beat That's my dude 'til I'm deep, are they hating? I ain't losing no sleep Conversation turn a friend to a leech And that jealousy is common, we was made to compete Don't focus on the neg, it gets you down if you let it Get your mind out your feelings, man, you gotta keep it separate I keep making deposits since I never get the credit Stay humble through the struggle, ain't no telling where it's headed Since a kid I was making this true, like Madagascar raised in a zoo Get a fast car, race with my crew, love for most, only hate for a few I bet you hate what we do, Battles
Momma said, go be great son and do what you love As long as you ain't stealing and ain't moving no drugs Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough When you stop doing you is when you're doing too much You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta be you, be you, be you You gotta, you gotta, you gottaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
