Ice Berg - Be Great lyrics

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