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Be Great
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Be Great was released on August 3, 2018 by Touch Money The Label as a part of the album Big Tape
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Release DateAugust 3, 2018
LabelTouch Money The Label
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM120

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Major Nine
Major Nine
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Thomas Jr
Chad Thomas Jr
Lyrics
Ricardo Toussaint
Ricardo Toussaint
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rippa DeLaHoya
Rippa DeLaHoya
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Rippa On The Beat, bitch)
Ya, ya
Ya, ya, yeah
Ya, ya
Ya, yeah (Let me hear it)
[Verse 2]
They don't want me to be great
I was just tryna make sure we straight
Tryna put a lot of food on the plate
I know they see all the pain in my face
I know they hate when a **** walk through
Swear to God I'd hate to be you
And I ain't worried about no fuck ****
Only worried about the blues
Only worried about the blues
I'm only worried about the blues
I'm only worried about the blues
[Verse 3]
Whole lotta money in the shoe box
Tattoo on my stomach like I'm 2Pac
Stay away from the block 'cause it's too hot
All I heard was the shots and the dirty cops
I ain't tripping, I ain't slipping, I ain't scared, no
I got a dirty Glock cocked with the head gone
I leave a fuck **** walking with his head gone
Now his mama about to cry by his head stone
[Verse 4]
From the same hood, why you hating on me?
I was sharing covers back in '03
But I guess I gotta let that bitch blow
I don't fuck with you **** no more
'Cause the ones that said they down be the first ones to go
Never switch up on your dog, that's cold, never ever trust these hoes
'Cause bitches wasn't with you in the 'jects back when the shower was cold
When the money ran low, we ain't have no food
When a **** had to switch his clothes up but wear the same shoes
[Verse 5]
And I swear my children ain't gotta live like me, no
This is for my unborn child, I'ma have three more
[Verse 6]
(Rippa On The Beat, bitch)
Yeah, three more
I'ma have three more
Three more
Hey, uh, yeah
[Verse 7]
I like a bad lil' bitch who take selfies
When a **** down bad, she gon' help me
And she gon' ride for a **** like by me
She'll never ever take all my money
Relationship goals
We stunt on these hoes
And we don't tell them nothing, so they don't know
[Verse 8]
I'd fuck the whole block up
Hit the gas, bet the ho, hit her papa
You a rat if you fuck with the coppers
And the police know they can't stop us
And the other side know they can't stop us
We with the beef like we work with the Whoppers
With the Glocks, and MACs, and the choppers
Got the Glocks, and MACs, and the choppers
[Verse 9]
They don't want me to be great
I was just tryna make sure we straight
Tryna put a lot of food on the plate
I know they see all the pain in my face
Written by: Chad Thomas
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