Great

(Yeah) Strapped up my cleats And hit the field In a world of phony I wondering what's real Rap way more to me Than signing a deal If I make a hit Its something that you can feel Rhymes I come up with sick Mentally ill Unique with it I ain't reinventing the wheel Gotta escape the hood To the suburbs like Will As a youngin Never had a uncle phil Only role models Was on the TV screen You know Ball players and rap stars With bad broads gold chains Foreign cars all I saw So I hooped til the sun out Then rapped til I fell out Had to studied the greats Biggie nas jay Cube pac andre Em wayne ye Kendrick Cole & drake Only matter of time Til I reach my fate (Yeah) I just wanna be great I spit my soul out How much do it take (It take) I just wanna be great I spit my soul out How much do it take (It take) I just wanna be great (Be great) How much do it take (It take) I just wanna be great I spit my soul out This flow will part the red sea and make God glad Have all the angels bumping this song on they ipad Yo I was meant to get mics And straight spazz Screw it and rap slow Or spit it like flash fast Confident my album gon be all over store shelves These rappers food I cook em I'm something like top chef Im Curry in the booth but never had a kd to help Nobody seen my vision they sleep & they overslept No ghost writer but I excite pac ghost Have Biggie ghost pouring ciroc to make a toast I'm that dope Im Barack to the rap game I bring hope Straight animal in other words I'm a goat My hunger is obese its a beast Can't regular eat at the very least I gotta feast They gotta dig it everything I speak is extra deep Mission incomplete til I'm mentioned with the elite (Yeah) I just wanna be great I spit my soul out How much do it take (It take) I just wanna be great I spit my soul out How much do it take (It take) I just wanna be great (Be great) How much do it take (It take) I just wanna be great I spit my soul out