Be Great - Ice Billion Berg

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.