Be Great

[Verse 1: Iceberg] 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 [Hook: Iceberg] Be great, young nigga, be great [Verse 2: Iceberg] 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 [Hook: Iceberg] Be great, young nigga, be great [Verse 3: Iceberg] 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..