Lamb Litty - Be Great

You don't want me to be great
Always up in my face
Get up out my space
Just let me be great
You don't want me to be great
Haters always gone hate
Get up out my space
Just let me be great

Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)

Just let me be great, Let a nigga eat I want a plate
Don't come around me if you fake
cause all you wanna do is take
I just opened my safe
How much money I Make ain't even none of yo business
All you need to know is it straight
Yeah if I make mistakes
bitch I'm human I ain't perfect but I pray you keep doin what you doin you must hate
That I made it you need to congratulate that I'm on my way up yeah

Oooh! I just wanna shine wit my crew
I don't wish no bad shit on you
Don't come in my section better move cause

You don't want me to be great
Always up in my face
Get up out my space
Just let me be great
You don't want me to be great
Haters always gone hate
Get up out my space
Just Let me be great

Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)

Just let me make moves without judging me and then being rude
You always wish that you were in my shoes
Standing close to me and Dee I be like dude
You a opp you ain't crew you ain't gang
I'm doin my thang homie we are not the same
I do dis for fun nigga you do it for fame
I don't hit the club when I'm bout to make it rain
I just hit my girl then pay her to entertain

Oooh! I just wanna shine wit my crew
I don't wish no bad shit on you
Don't come in my section better move cause

You don't want me to be great
Always up in my face
Get up out my space
Just let me be great
You don't want me to be great
Haters always gone hate
Get up out my space
Just let me be great

Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)
Just Let me be Great (La La La La)

Just Let Me Be

Think shorty tryna just finesse me fam
Cause she just asked me for bout 20 bands and I don't feel less of a man
Told her that I am saving for investment plans
While teachers goin over lesson plans
I was writing verses in my effing hand
Got a A on my test on her desk for a Lamb
Gotta pray for dat cream I'm like Method Man
I done seen polices jumpin out of vans
I'm playin chess you playin checkers like a lot of Vans
All deez lames tryna check us but they not advanced
Who cares bout black and white long as the money green
Funny thing I want money long as the money team
But I done seen how much money Hungry's can come between
Shit Im probably next but this ain't my dream
Niggas try to slip me Xanax but that ain't my thing

See I'm going back to the
Bills and the bullshit
Go to club live with a full clip
Party till six with a hood chick
We hood rich yeah
Gotta go back to the bills and bullshit
Gotta go back to the bills and bullshit

Counting Benjamin's accountability
Your account should reflect some kind of realty
But if you're blowin all your money then you guilty
And we all guilty, yeah
And we all guilty

Yeah

What's wrong wit you
What's wrong wit y'all
You niggas are crazy
Black people

Written by:
Lamb Litty

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