Be Somebody (Remix)

Cause you are beautiful

Yes it's true

Baby yes it's true

Cause you are beautiful

Ooh, beautiful

Wingman 'til I turn into the main man

I've been ballin' so long, need an Ace band

Calvin Klein on my waistband

In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance

Say man, how it feel to be a made man?

Sh*t I be feelin' like I'm God, like I made man

Black man gettin' money through the made men

Paper chasin', let saber scrape

And get money, f**k a case

Did they ever tell you money has no race?

You still livin' like a caveman

No agenda, hunger, don't discriminate

I remember empty plates, was nothin' on it for the grace

But both prayin' hands, I need an amen

You talkin' Kirkin, I'm gettin' Franklins

You lookin' braindead, she lost her Ray Bans

She like the rain dance, I make it rain bands

(F**k that, Flacko talk that sh*t)

Made my pop proud and my mother smile

Locked towns, rocked crowds in the hundred thousands

Make music, make moves, make movies

Make time to thank the Lord that was great to me

A real boss don't move for nobody

But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody

Each and everybody, somebody

Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff

Nobody live

Everybody wanna be somebody

Till they get clapped, then they'll only be some body

In a body bag, give me the riddim, I'mma body that

Lil Trace, bro, I've got the juice like what Bobby had

And I'm a London ni**a, I've got a London flow

We pull them London triggers and f**k them London hoes

Little kids selling freebase freely

Doing trips up and down on the freeway weekly

Girls say they're pregnant and I ain't hit it

Drop me out with all the bullshit cause I ain't with it

Was there a memo for them fake niggas? I ain't get it

Lie in court under oath, bro, and I ain't fidget

Yeah, I remember having nothing on my plate

There was something on the cooker tryna whip and tryna bake

I'm a real West 10 boy, I'm G Traco

Eating pico de gallo while I count them pesos

Yeah, I make it rain by the corner store

She said I made it far but I wanted more

I got drivers with no cars

I had battles with no scars

If you wanna be Mufasa

You could die too, my bullets givin' Oscars

And my guns givin' Grammys

I know Clams got me, A$AP my family

So how can I lose?

When I know that BasedGod, he made new rules

Gave me the juice, passed off diamonds

Hot in the winter, and cold when it's shinin'

Wanna be great, I just wanna be great

The BasedGod's perfect, but that's just the surface

So what we talkin' 'bout? Devil's steady lurkin'

Double edged sword, draw blood when you turnin'

In my condo that I designed

I would never buy it if it wasn't mine

I don't need a gun, I just need the bullets

Money not racist, my drugs caucasian

Guns from Russia, house in Sweden

No ones believes me, the world thinks I'm evil

But what if I'm poor? I guess I always wanted more

Be somebody

Be somebody