Ice Billion Berg – Be Great Lyrics

[Verse 1: Iceberg]
At a point and time, I was like, f**k rap, f**k the labels, f**k 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; f**k 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 K
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..

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