PaperBoy the BagMan - Be Great or Be Late (feat. ZAI & Amari Kimble)

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Be great or Be late
Take it as direction not deception
Either you gon get yo ass moving or time gon make a move for you.
On god I swear I had to learn that lesson
And That's real shit
Be great or late
I'm tryna step up fuck stepping out
I remember stashin fire in my jansport
Boy, shit was wildin'
Now it make me proud to see my daughter smile
Stop playing wit it
Be Great or be late
Ain't a thang changed we mobbin' today
Pocket watching the next nigga is like catching a stray
You gon have to dirty up them cleats, to know where I stay
I watched him do his thang
I watched him bleed the game
Then that season changed
Ain't no clearing up his name I still feel pain
Baby Hubb that's my thug so I felt that shit
Tha game threw us curves so we learned how to pitch
Y'all was on the partyline we were working with sticks
Just a couple stick up kids on the road to get rich
I Lost a bit of me the day Nani died
Stuck in a cell couldn't hear my mama cry
Don't ask me why nigga I was trained to slide
Miseducation made us heathens we was trained to die
You a distraction to yo people, ya whole life a lie
You wanna love her, you ain't even in her top five
Painted the picture with Keso built it with Zai
Ran it up with my day ones keep it lit when die
I got blood on my knuckles
Mud caked on my jays
Diamonds formed out of pain
I still stood tall through the rain
You had my baby I could never minimize it
You wanna dream big well let me supersize it
Loyalty is fundamental cause this life is trifling
We could be royalty but only you decide it
Had to leave some real niggas on the yard just to grow
Gotta learn to mind someone my nigga just play yo role
You gotta to learn to live don't be too afraid to grow
Doing doughnuts in this rental tryna lighten up my soul
You can't grow beyond the circle that you eat with
Time is money nigga that ain't never been a secret
Thuggin' for brighter days, Heighten my rate of pay, Quicken my change of pace, I ain't got no time to waste
Be great or Be late
Take it as direction not deception
Either you gon get yo ass moving or time gon make a move for you.
On god I swear I had to learn that lesson
And that's real shit
Be great or late
I'm tryna step up fuck stepping out
I remember stashin fire in my jansport
Boy, shit was wildin'
Now it make me proud to see my daughter smile
Stop playing wit it
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Written by:
Amari Kimble, Joshua Kimble, Zaishel alvarado

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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