BE THE MAN

作曲：Daniel Robert Bolden,Trevell Gerald Coleman

作词：Daniel Robert Bolden,Trevell Gerald Coleman

On point dedicated that's how I give it to you

The truth is all in me yeah that's how I leak it to you

New flavor online that's how I reach it to you

To recognize real is other ** speaking **

You knew it's how your new label that's how I'm progressing

More money no recession heavy hitting every section

So many blessings coming hard counting every blessing

Real dudes we connected hood ** we in heaven

Money making paper chasing soldiers heavyweighting

Everything elevating your boy books hella caking

Versatile with the flow switching things renovating

Focus on the real the ** eliminating

Twenty four seven killing everyday penetrating

Dominated dominating all point meditating

Brooklyn brother still here lot of y'all feather waiting

'Cause y'all not paper chasing never was hella caking

Looking past a lot of y'all cause I'm really getting tired of y'all

My hard work paid though and boy books the rising star

Stuck up on a lot of people look at me surprising y'all

Going to different places really saying bye to y'all

Accomplished a whole lot got passed the road block

Roy jones junior they forgot about the whole clock

From rags to riches I deserve the whole pot

Only a few make it your boy books earned his own spot

Look we said chop it up I'd rather cop it up

So if it ain't gonna profit us then why do it

I don't have an idle mind so all of this idle time is counterproductive

I done moved a bunch of cake the amount is disgusting

Locked up a decade I rounded the number

All these interviewers asking about us who puff did

I told him what happened to innocent until proven guilty

No room for you persecuted but how could you judge it

But I'mma change the subject in the range of my budget

They think it's strange I'm busted on the train holding crazy hundred

I'm trying to catch up through all of the hype they made me out to be

They say it'll all make sense to you one day so just trust me

All I can do is sell my truth anything contrary is out my scope

All I could do sitting on cars in the block was hope

How could I ever get up when my pockets broke

I went inside the house and hit lines that were hot and cold

So sick what I wrote that it might need a doctor's note

At the charity event vvs dance

You can see the clarity in them the whole time

I just want empathy and strength good appetite

But I got apathy instead the main objective

It had to be the bread what else what's my purpose

Except cashing in these checks but I had it all along

Like I hadn't even study for the recent test

He's a mess cause it's all about what we possess

That's the capacity to make a choice despite of what people said

The american dream is dead

They just want me to work so they can eat the best

See me and bugs we connect like the internet

Slowed up like a motor now we cool full speed ahead

And I ain't even need the meds

I'm in the coupe two eleven with a new perspective

If you don't use your blessings you can lose your blessings

I'm too connected to be out here on losing seconds

Like when you use xcedrine and avoid any future headaches

I mean tryna do what I do

Work harder what I work hard as you or rest

Boy books

To keep the cash

Cha cha we in the building

Yeah

Brooklyn stand up

Four green to the day I die

Girl peace

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