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Be Somebody
Clams Casino
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Cause you are beautiful
Yes it's true, baby that's the truth
Cause you are beautiful
Ooh, beautiful
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Uh, wingman 'til I turn into the main man
I've been balling so long, need an Ace band
Calvin Klein on my waistband
In Adidas tracksuits like we breakdance
Say man, how it feel to be a made man?
Shit I be feeling like I'm God, like I made man
Black man getting money through the made men
Paper chasing, let saber scrape
And get money, fuck a case
Did they ever tell you money has no race?
You still living like a caveman
No agenda, hunger, don't discriminate
I remember empty plates, was nothing on it for the grace
But both praying hands, I need an amen
You talking Kirkin, I'm getting Franklins
You looking braindead, she lost her Ray Bans
She like the rain dance, I make it rain bands
(Fuck that, Flacko talk that shit) Uh...
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Made my pop proud and my mother smile
Locked towns, rocked crowds in the hundred thousands
Make music, make moves, make movies
Make time to thank the Lord that was great to me
A real boss don't move for nobody
But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody
Each and everybody, somebody
Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff
Nobody live, uh, damn, uh
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It's your boy Lil B, A$AP what up?
We just made history, you know that, right?
Let's go
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Yeah, I make it rain by the corner store
She said I made it far but I wanted more
I got drivers with no cars
I had battles with no scars
If you want to be Mufasa
You could die too, my bullets giving Oscars
And my guns giving Grammys
I know Clams got me, A$AP my family
So how can I lose when I know the Based God?
he made new rules
Gave me the jewels, passed off diamonds
Hot in the winter, and cold when it's shining
Want to be great, I just want to be great
The Based God perfect, but that's just the surface
So what we talking 'bout? Devil's steady lurking
Double edged sword, draw blood when you turning
In my condo that I designed
I would never buy it if it wasn't mine
I don't need a gun, I just need the bullets
Money not racist, my drugs Caucasian
Guns from Russia, house in Sweden
No ones believes me, the world thinks I'm evil
But what if I'm poor? I guess I always wanted more
Yeah, uh