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Be Me è stato pubblicato il 1 agosto 2026 da B.S.G. Recordz come parte dell'album Mind of Maniac
Data di uscita1 agosto 2026
EtichettaB.S.G. Recordz
LinguaEnglish
BPM82
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

Testi

Tryna get my cheese with the roaches and the rats
In the sticks, call the bricks, yeah the hood where I'm at
Tryna get compensation for my hustle on the grind
While they giving nothing because of they misinterpreting mine
Being me ain't easy G, got S before a E
Summer school to get a B 'cause in the A is where I see
Where them boys spit fire, see that dragon type flow
Sun up to sun down on the grind getting dough
Never slipping, extra clipping if a **** get to tripping
Hit him with the three-peat like MJ and Pippen
They saying that I changed, been a maniac to reign
See they never felt my pain, had to hustle in the rain
Lost my dad and mom mane, left to fend for myself
Who teaching me the system, how to generate some wealth?
Still I made a way when I was lost just like a lamb
Being me is all I know instead of following the damn
God first, fam second, fuck a bitch or this money
A's or B's, no C's, mom ain't raise no dummy
I'm respectful at all times 'cause right is right
I quell the beast inside 'cause I know the price of life
If I let him off the leash I would never know peace
Mindful of my actions, always practice what I preach
I raise my sons to be better than me
If they surpass me I'm proud, ain't no jealousy
I put my women first 'til ain't no reciprocation
Then I back off and watch the love's degradation
I ain't right in the head, don't put your hands on me
I'ma take you out, I don't kill softly
YN's got me clutching, they don't follow the rules
I'ma make it home, gotta do what I gotta do
The next bitch is like my wife, ain't no reason to creep
Only difference she gon' get it, y'all hoes leech
I don't have friends, all my **** family
Feed 'em off the queue or tell 'em go raid the pantry
When they at my spot tell me that they feeling home
That's the greatest compliment, that's all I want
Either I'm real or I'm fake, fuck the eye of the beholder
I'm just being me, exactly how I'm supposed to
If you don't feel me you must fear the truth
I keep my game tight while y'all play it loose
Fuck it
I'm just an old school west side hood ****
The biggest dog in the pack, my bite's gigger
Bigger than other **** think they is
And if you want your ass whooped I can grant your wish
I be that laid back in the Cadillac
Smoking on great gas, sipping on a glass of 'gnac
You gon' get smacked **** if you disrespect
So watch your next step before your ass get jacked
I'm on some big chilling and feeling great
And all these bitch ass haters gonna feel a way
But I tell you now keep that shit to yourself
'Cause opposing me is hazardous for your health
I'm a big dog, walk with a big log
And if you looking for smoke I got the thick fog
Visibility's low, you can't see me
Possibly you grow a lot more, you can be me
6'1", Brown skin, beard with a baldy
My wife is half my age, a PYT baddie (Facts)
5'2", Fat ass, nice body
Pops in her life but she still calls me daddy (She do)
Grinding all day from the Apple to the A
Them BAG boys you know we don't play
Got the sticks for the low, that's my forte (Facts)
I'm him, I'm great, give you reasons to hate
They mad they can't see me but I'm just tryna be me
Make a little money, see my face on the TV
Have a little fun, buy a few guns
Take care of my family, feed my little ones (Let me shine)
I'm far from cocky, see I'm stocky like Rocky
.357 For whoever try to stop me (Whoever)
Grew up in the slums, had enough but I'm done
I paid my dues, even meddled with the bums
Play ball in the park, hear shots, don't run (Never)
I'm tryna change the scene for my daughter and my son
They call me Silva with an A not an E-R
Send a **** straight to the morgue or the ER
You waxed up
Written by: Richard Lee Harris, Shane Collier, Silvestre Rook, Terrence Francis-Davis

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