Be All You Can Be

Yeah

It's on, man, we back

(D-D-D-D-DJ Les)

It's my boy Marzahn on the beat

Yeah

Alright

Yo, you know me, baby

Max B, you're back

I do this in my sleep, the most hated (Most hated)

Most way to see out of my three siblings

I was my mom's favorite (Charlie)

The most talented (Most talented), most gifted (Most gifted)

Most folks can't see what I envision (They can't see)

Most folks can't see I was in prison with seven-five and broke

It seemed like I was given, but no

God gave me the strength to keep livin'

I thrived bein' a husband, I strived to be productive

Came home, brought the Richie, it was kinda Dave & Buster's

Designs from Avianne (Avianne), mine's graven crusted (Grave)

French got the blue band, mine's came in mustard (Yeah)

He said it would devalue, I tried to keep the clusters (I tried)

Who the niggas? I'm tired of these discussions (I'm tired)

I load the chrome as I line up these concussions (Line 'em up)

Full blown, I drive and beat the muzzle

I Curry minus the green eyes, time for repercussions

This music shit is deep (Deep, yeah)

You gotta be all you can be (All you can be)

The streets keep callin' for me (They callin')

I'm tryna free all my G's

I done seen what I needed to see (To see)

My TV a reality

Mama, I made it out of that place (Made it out, mama)

Be proud of me, be proud of me (But I never get old)

Keep it a thousand one (One), I'm down in Costa Rica (Rica)

I need a hundred tons (Tons), Dubai golden visa (Visa)

We thought they was the ones (Ones)

They ran up in the precinct (Precinct)

We came one hundred drums (Drums), cook up a hundred pieces (Pieces)

Yup, most prolific, yup, go ballistic, yup

Futuristic, yup, you must've kissed it, yup

Cheese'll eat a boss don, kick your feet up

Fist ten hours or better, I'm first class with a greeter

We the chosen ones, why you think we ridin' with a loaded gun?

Clog up your arteries, watch with the rosaries

Old school, new school, need to learn coke

Where boys make the bitches and let the money burn, Montana

Keep the people in the seats (Seats)

We guaranteed

The year was 2003 (2003)

We reached out to flee

But he ain't take me seriously (Seriously)

He doubted me

Look at me, mommy, I owe you a check (Get it, mama)

Be proud of me, be proud of me (Mushrooms in my lotion)