Featuring: Curren$y Da Franchise Billy Winfield
Songwriter: Curren$y Da Franchise Billy Winfield Mark Battles
Producer: DJ Yung 1
(Young one, you a fool for this!)
Mark Battles:
It’s so hard to be the one that people always need in front
Get so used to rainy days you don’t expect to see the sun
The advice a preacher sung is you just wait ’til Jesus come
But me sitting around waiting ain’t gon' help me feed my son
So I'm back up the grid iron!
One mistake could switch love to hate ’cause it’s a thin line
I celebrated all my homies wins it’s time to get mine
Got up of the ground I won that round but it was 10-9
I’m barely scraping by but I won't hesitate to try
Feeling so damn high i might just levitate and fly (fly)
But I ain't talking drugs shit (no) this shit different substance
Lord I pray you free me from my pain because I’m suffering
Really came from nothing, so I’m out here hustling
Let my guard down I gave my heart out and she crushed it
But I take the blame for little things because we rushed it
Fame a tricky game to keep it plain I’m still adjusting
My time is coming
Chorus:
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
Curren$y:
Closed a deal today, time to celebrate
Bong rips in the elevator take it all away to the top floor player
Penthouse spent bout 1.5 maybe more, fuck it though
Make more, put that bus back on the road
Touring towns, smoking pounds
We click up to get towed down full of that top shelf
So go on and help yourself round
We got so much of it, it’s like I’m stuck with it
That’s why I struck at rich
Never on no sucker shit
I would never fuck with it
Carry on like my luggage kid
Gucci roll away, marble rolling trays
Three-point line shooting jays
Reggie Miller in the killer Chevrolet
Hit the switch it’s super laid out
Six tray motherfucker rag top
Pass by your house look like a drive-by
Bitches passed out
Chorus:
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
Billy Winfield:
All this gas inside my lungs it got me feeling great
I send my blessings up to God he told me time to concentrate
I operate on a different frequency than most
Rest in peace to all the ones who's gone for them we take a toast
Pour some Henny out and put some wax inside the wood then smoke it
Hear them choking they associate my name with all this potent
Hope they notice I don’t do this for myself I do it for the kids
That .45 on my hip gon' keep me safe 'cause that’s just how it is
That MAC-10 by my bed it help me sleep until I leave the trap
Ain’t no little sacks only bringing pounds ain’t no looking back
Yah! It’s only straight up from here so when you see me back around
You better say my name clear
Chorus:
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
Da Franchise:
Working city earning pay
You could say it’s my time
Staring at the skyline out here bout to burn a jay
Use my art to make my mark
Don’t you pour me Maker’s Mark
Twenty yeah, papi on the rock you gon' learn today
Epitome of luxury - that’s why women lust for me
You could never join the circle 'cause we keep it sucker free
Out the bottom floor of this game we once cohabitated
And I know it’s saturated so I know you mad I made it
Mimic every move I make, hope to get them czar results
Every time they shoot their shot, that shit look like Markelle Fultz
I kept it real so they can’t hate
'Cause they been rocking mass in public way before a man did
Mark Battles:
It’s so hard to be the one that people always need in front
Get so used to rainy days you don’t expect to see the sun
The advice a preacher sung is you just wait ’til Jesus come
But me sitting around waiting ain’t gon' help me feed my son
So I'm back up the grid iron!
One mistake could switch love to hate ’cause it’s a thin line
I celebrated all my homies wins it’s time to get mine
Got up of the ground I won that round but it was 10-9
I’m barely scraping by but I won't hesitate to try
Feeling so damn high i might just levitate and fly (fly)
But I ain't talking drugs shit (no) this shit different substance
Lord I pray you free me from my pain because I’m suffering
Really came from nothing, so I’m out here hustling
Let my guard down I gave my heart out and she crushed it
But I take the blame for little things because we rushed it
Fame a tricky game to keep it plain I’m still adjusting
My time is coming
Chorus:
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
Curren$y:
Closed a deal today, time to celebrate
Bong rips in the elevator take it all away to the top floor player
Penthouse spent bout 1.5 maybe more, fuck it though
Make more, put that bus back on the road
Touring towns, smoking pounds
We click up to get towed down full of that top shelf
So go on and help yourself round
We got so much of it, it’s like I’m stuck with it
That’s why I struck at rich
Never on no sucker shit
I would never fuck with it
Carry on like my luggage kid
Gucci roll away, marble rolling trays
Three-point line shooting jays
Reggie Miller in the killer Chevrolet
Hit the switch it’s super laid out
Six tray motherfucker rag top
Pass by your house look like a drive-by
Bitches passed out
Chorus:
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
Billy Winfield:
All this gas inside my lungs it got me feeling great
I send my blessings up to God he told me time to concentrate
I operate on a different frequency than most
Rest in peace to all the ones who's gone for them we take a toast
Pour some Henny out and put some wax inside the wood then smoke it
Hear them choking they associate my name with all this potent
Hope they notice I don’t do this for myself I do it for the kids
That .45 on my hip gon' keep me safe 'cause that’s just how it is
That MAC-10 by my bed it help me sleep until I leave the trap
Ain’t no little sacks only bringing pounds ain’t no looking back
Yah! It’s only straight up from here so when you see me back around
You better say my name clear
Chorus:
You just gotta be you
Don’t let them tell you how to be you
Just make sure that you be you
One life to live that’s how it is don’t get a redo
You just gotta be you
Da Franchise:
Working city earning pay
You could say it’s my time
Staring at the skyline out here bout to burn a jay
Use my art to make my mark
Don’t you pour me Maker’s Mark
Twenty yeah, papi on the rock you gon' learn today
Epitome of luxury - that’s why women lust for me
You could never join the circle 'cause we keep it sucker free
Out the bottom floor of this game we once cohabitated
And I know it’s saturated so I know you mad I made it
Mimic every move I make, hope to get them czar results
Every time they shoot their shot, that shit look like Markelle Fultz
I kept it real so they can’t hate
'Cause they been rocking mass in public way before a man did
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