Be Something
 作词 : Taurus Bartlett/Braylin Bowman/Dominique Jones
 作曲 : Taurus Bartlett/Braylin Bowman/Dominique Jones
 Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
 That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
 Ain't had nowhere to go, *****, I was lost in them streets runnin'
 And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
 Just happy I did it, *****, nobody ever gave me nothin'
 Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
 Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
 Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
 I'm just gon' keep stompin'
 Plottin on the come-up, we was schemin'
 Now I hit the stage and they screamin'
 I was tryna cope through them hard times
 For them X pills, I was fiendin'
 Got a bad *****, honey skintone, pretty long hair, she Belizean
 Tryna tell you, girl, I can't love you, I'm a cold-hearted lil' demon
 This function new, I can't show affection, might bug out for no reason
 Really you don't even gotta be here, I done got so used to people leavin'
 You was ridin' for me, then you switched up, now it's **** you and I mean it
 Couple situations left me traumatized, now I say less 'cause I'm speechless
 If my brother need it, then I got him, man, the whole gang know how I'm bleedin'
 Tryna wake up from them nightmares, devil in my ear while I'm dreamin'
 In my past life, did some bad things, I know karma tryna get even
 Tryna get away from all the drama, hopped in the Benz, now I'm speedin'
 Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
 That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
 Ain't had nowhere to go, *****, I was lost in them streets runnin'
 And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
 Just happy I did it, *****, nobody ever gave me nothin'
 Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
 Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
 Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
 I'm just gon' keep stompin'
 Goofy tried stealin' my phone
 Look, these *****s corny, these *****s can't come on my corner
 I'm the one do what I wanna
 I made the guys spin that ***** every day like a carnival
 Bought her a Patek Philippe 'cause she wanted one
 These *****s nothin' like me, I am one of one
 Take the Bentley, four hundred, I pay the bond
 You ain't scarin' no one with no gun in this *****
 Everybody go dumb in this *****
 *****s hoes and they mama a *****
 In the hood like Obama and shit
 Presidential tint, no tellin' who in it
 Ask around, I bet they tell you we winnin'
 Different foreign cars, ain't none of 'em rented
 Hundred million cash, I'm comin' to get it
 Out in Cali', but my mind in the trenches
 I advise the boy to play his position
 Run it up and show love to my city
 Never leave 'em, I'm bringin' 'em with me
 Keep a glizzy, it's goin' in with me, I can't let 'em get me
 No time for bullshit, I'm sorry, I'm busy
 I'ma go hard 'til I'm forty or fifty
 *****s be talkin', but they never do shit
 So if it ain't money, I don't even listen
 Told 'em I was gonna be somethin'
 That broke shit made me sick, big appetite with a weak stomach
 Ain't had nowhere to go, *****, I was lost in them streets runnin'
 And I hit Rodeo just to get stylish, ran through three hundred
 Just happy I did it, *****, nobody ever gave me nothin'
 Flexin' so hard I might pull a muscle, but I just keep stuntin'
 Thirty in the mag, you get body-bagged, I'm just gon' keep dumpin'
 Police get behind me, I'ma press the gas, I'm just gon' keep stompin'
 I'm just gon' keep stompin'