Be What I Want To Be

[LongShot]

One two

Man, my nig..

Rhyme Scheme is on the track man my nigga Panik

Molemen, Chicago, LongShot check it out man

I'm on my hustle man, with CD's and wax

You need this rap, Molemen bringin it back

LongShot flip rhymes like weed and coke

Do I need to smoke, nah man I need a show

I need to show cats how to succeed for mo'

We need to grow, we need to come together and blow

We need this dough, we need to stay at home buildin

Still when, we get on, we shit on our own children

We turn our backs on our brothers, no gats on lovers

Yeah I understand you're back as mack slugger

But black mothers, please, keep raisin 'em strong

Cause the streets is a father that be raisin 'em wrong

P.P.P., what kind of life is locked in the bing

Get out on parole to get popped for the same damn thing

I'm slayin the beast, with the shit I'm sayin on beats

Playin with heat, fire word blazin the speech

Raisin my verbal game for the goal f'real

Then I'ma take 'round the earth 'til it's playin {?}

Set it like 10, I might be seein some bills

But 'til then, I'ma hustle hard as fuck to get big, c'mon

[Hook]

How I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be

Nigga, ain't no limit in me

How I'm gon' climb as high as I gotta climb

Chi, is you ready to ride

I said Chi, is you ready to ride

Not some ride or die shit, is you ready to die

How I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be

Nigga, ain't no limit in me

[Rhyme Scheme]

Hey yo, how I'm gon' be as big as I wanna be

Me and my nigga Shot reppin the team

Molemen motherfuckers and we runnin this thing

Funniest thing man, is you ain't thinkin like me

I ain't talkin 'bout wreck man, take what you want

Make what you want out of it, I got what I want

I got a lot of shit inside of me, mother father and family

Pain struggles and tragedy, fuck if you gettin mad at me

I been seen it all, through the eyes of the young life

From the rough young buck with the {?} to punch minors

The gun yup, just the son of a one

And gunnin for once muh'fuckers cause I'm runnin it up

Young, schemin and crazy the humble harder the hard workin

That hustle hard for the Dream Street dream and the blaze

And I was, raised in the city where the hustle don't sleep

Where the hustlers stay on corners and they stay on the scheme

Meanwhile all our kids runnin wild in the streets

Dreams deferred all I heard was the shot in the streets

Pop and I see pop BLAOW now there's blood in the streets

Blood on my sleeve from the tears of the moms and the kids

Stoppin the tears from the gunnin down, runnin in fear

Nothin to hear man, I had it dawg, I had it to here