What I Wanna Be - M.O.P., Rell

«What I’m what I’m gonna be.

and I.»

«Be.

and I. be-be.

and I. be»

What I’m gonna be

«Be.

and I. what I’m gonna be.»

This thug thang I do it, drug game influenced

Bloodstains and shooters, it’s love pain and music

BK stand strong all day, uhh

Ay your boy carry the weight like John Forte

I done got down with deadly crews, ducked shots from deadly goons

Pulled capers, stacked paper, like the Daily News

Can’t stop me, young successful O. G

That’s («what I’m gonna be»)

Youse a youse a mess, I see you playin Monopoly

And runnin game through the lanes probably

Connectin the dots like it was Yahtzee

Big boy Fonzie, preachin the Chachi

Exclusive, homey you got me

Elusive, you never know what you see

Be neutral it’s crucial shorty we O. G

It’s not what you used to, homey we Mo P

They ask me what I’m gonna be, when I grow up

I wanna be just what I see, hustler and baller

Grinding taking trips OT, tryin to blow up

But for now I’m gonna hit these strets, until it’s sewed up

Then I’m gone

As far as rap go, I just happen to know how to flow

I just happened to be at it from the do'

I just happen to be sick with it

And I got this +Hammer+ with me, I guess I’m «2 Legit 2 Quit» it

Get it?

Get, back;

don’t get that old ghetto surgery

Real talk, no perjury

I know you niggas heard of me, as a third degree

I’m still bangin that thang, that’s word to me

Don’t get yo' shit hit up, lit up

And your shirt painted burgundy, rushed off to emergency

Sheisty-ass cats like that, we leave 'em on the pavement

Same niggas that’ll piss on you and tell you that it’s rainin

We keep it thuggin dog, massive steel

Money growin like grass with the «Mass Appeal»

And I’m a youngster, I get it in with the hustlers

Stay sucker free that’s…

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