CT Beatzz - Be Great lyrics

[Verse 1: Iceberg] At a point and time, I was like, f** rap, f** the labels, f** 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 sh** 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-a** car Or for nobody with no regular-a** job Nah; and that new Rolly ain't no regular-a** watch You know just what you gotta do to get it; go, young n***a, go And when you reach them current goals, you need to go for even more [Hook: Iceberg] Be great, young n***a, be great [Verse 2: Iceberg] I swear to God, I told myself this sh** when I was at my lowest one day Real n***as 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, n***a, they gon' hate you still So be great, young n***a, be great Get your paper; f** them hoes, you tell them b**hes to wait I'm pullin' capers with these flows, and tryin' to open the safe I swear to God, you in my way, b**h, I'mma open this cake I try to talk to my little brother, tell him get his sh** straight But that young n***a 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 n***a gotta want it, and that's my only lil' bro [Hook: Iceberg] Be great, young n***a, be great [Verse 3: Iceberg] I'mma back you on whatever, with whatever it takes So many n***as 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 n***as doin' time and sh** Some kinda mad cause I been busy, you know grindin' and sh** I'm talkin' twelve-hours-a-day, studio-timin' and sh** 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 sh** 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, n***a, I do And you gon' have me in your corner long as you keep it true Just keep your faith, homie..