Be You - Mark Battles, Curren$y

Momma said, go be great son and do what you love

As long as you ain’t stealing and ain’t moving no drugs

Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough

When you stop doing you is when you’re doing too much

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta

That’s my nigga spitting, if he call, I’m on the way

Nostradamus, philosophic, when he blowing J’s

In my city, bumping Dizzy, this the golden age

She hit my mentions, reminiscing 'bout the older days

Got the game, it’s 'bout time the ref blow the whistle

Collecting profit and we pop it like a loaded pistol

With my homies, they just chilling, probably rolling swishers

Don’t them niggas get to shooting like you photogenic

Know we did it, window shopping with the baddest women

And she suck me 'til I’m sleep, but she classy with it

Daddy get it, you just wanna join the family business

You ain’t help me get it started, how we plan to finish

Can’t replenish the time started, my mind sharper

Give me the title like Shawn Carter, I grind harder

All these niggas is just see through

Watching it how we do, you should try and be you

Momma said, go be great son and do what you love

As long as you ain’t stealing and ain’t moving no drugs

Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough

When you stop doing you is when you’re doing too much

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta

Closed a deal a day, time to celebrate

Bong rips in the elevator, take it all the way to the top floor playa

Penthouse spent about 1.5 maybe more, fuck it though

Make more, put that bus bag on the roll, touring town

Smoking pounds, we cooked up to get tore down

Full of that top shelf so go on and help yourself around

We got so much of it, it’s like I’m stuck with it

That’s why I struck it rich, never on no sucker shit

I would never fuck with it, carry it, uh, like my luggage kid

Gucci roll away, marble rolling trays

3.9 shooting Jays, Reggie Miller

In that killer Chevrolet, hit a swisher, super laid out

Six-tray, motherfucking rag top

Pass by your house, look like a drive-by

Bitches pass out

Momma said, go be great son and do what you love

As long as you ain’t stealing and ain’t moving no drugs

Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough

When you stop doing you is when you’re doing too much

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta

I wake up with a smile on my cheek

That bullet missed me by an inch, coulda been found in the street

Really started from the bottom, I was bound in the heat

Now I just got off tour, twenty thousand a week

Cause this sound is unique, aye, respect my nigga Cuse for the beat

That’s my dude 'til I’m deep, are they hating?

I ain’t losing no sleep

Conversation turn a friend to a leech

And that jealousy is common, we was made to compete

Don’t focus on the neg, it gets you down if you let it

Get your mind out your feelings, man, you gotta keep it separate

I keep making deposits since I never get the credit

Stay humble through the struggle, ain’t no telling where it’s headed

Since a kid I was making this true, like Madagascar raised in a zoo

Get a fast car, race with my crew, love for most, only hate for a few

I bet you hate what we do, Battles

Momma said, go be great son and do what you love

As long as you ain’t stealing and ain’t moving no drugs

Always be an honest man, I think the truth is enough

When you stop doing you is when you’re doing too much

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta be you, be you, be you

You gotta, you gotta, you gotta