At a point in time I was like fuck rap
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Fuck the labels, fuck the radio
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I can go back to the streets and dub with that
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Start a trucking company and hire my dogs
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But I heard the longer you wait to quit, the higher you fall
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And I was chest deep in this shit
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With an army of people depending on me
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Now how you gonna quit this here? You got a fam, you got a team
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Most of all, you got your son
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Nigga, you say you want that Bentley, that ain't no regular ass car
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I fuck nobody with no regular ass job
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No, and that Rolly ain't no regular ass watch
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You know just what you do to get it, go, young nigga, go
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And on your least concurrent goals you need to go for even more
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Be great, young nigga, be great
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I swear to God I told myself this shit when I was at my lowest one day
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We niggas never quit, we adjust and adapt
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And you would say that I know magic, I made something from scratch
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I'm tryina Bill Gate the base, Warren Buffet the crack
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Basquiat my art but I'm loving my cash
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Rose, say he watch me all the way up the hill
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No matter if you the greatest, nigga, they gonna hate you still
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So be great, young nigga, be great
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Get your paper, fuck them hoes, you selling bitches the weight
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I'm pulling papers with these flows, you tryina open the safe
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I swear to God you on my way bitch, I'mma open this cake
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I tried to talk to my lil' brother, tell him get his shit straight
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But that young nigga living wild and that's a whole other case
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And I believe a product of a distant dad should have a little more drive
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Especially if mama strong minded with a little more pride
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And it bother me every day 'cause I wanna do more
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But a nigga gotta want it and that's my homie Lebron
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Be great, young nigga, be great
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I'mma back you on whatever with whatever it take
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So many niggas from my own home town went broke
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To the point if I name them all I couldn't finish this song
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I just watch like a proud brother rooting them boys
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And they ain't dropping like hell, I went to school with them boys
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On the other hand, I got a lot of niggas doing time and shit
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Some kinda mad 'cause I've been busy you know grinding and shit
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I'm talking 12 hours a day studio time in this shit
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Sacrificing everything, barely vibing with you
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So if I missed a few phone calls, dog, I ain't tripping
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Really I'm probably out here stressing harder than you tryina get it
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Hoping when they let you out you on some chill out shit
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So you can stay out them crackers face and raise your kids
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And be great, tell them shorties, be great
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'Cause they the only true thing that's gonna carry your name
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And from my heart I got love for you nigga, I do
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And you gonna have me in your corner as long as you keep it true
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Just keep your faith, homie
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Be Great
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| Ice Berg |
