Be All You Can Be

Lyrics

Masar, man, we back ( Dj Elyes ) This my boy, Masar on the beat (This music shit is deep) This music shit is deep Yeah We gon' ride Yo, you and me, baby [Verse 1: Max B] I do this in my sleep, the most hated (Most hated), most waited See, out of my three siblings, I was my mom's favorite The most talented (Most talented), most gifted (Most gifted) Most folks can't see what I envisioned (They can't see) Most folks can't see I was in prison with seven-five Went broke, it seemed like I was given, but, no God gave me the strength to keep living I thrive being a husband, I strive to be productive Came homе, bought the Richie, it was kind that they еven busted (Uh) Design from Avianne (Avianne), mines grave encrusted French got the blue band, mines came in mustard (Yeah) He said it would devalue, I tried to keep the clusters (I tried) Who them niggas? I'm tired of these discussions (I'm tired) I load the chromers, I line up these concussions (Line 'em up) Full blown, I drive and beat the buzzer like Curry minus degree Now it's time for repercussions [Chorus: Max B] This music shit is deep (Deep, yeah) You gotta be all you can be (All you can be) The streets keep calling for me (They calling) I'm tryna free all my genes I done seen what I needed to see (To see) My TV ain't reality Mama, I made it out of that place (Made it out, mama) Be proud of me, be proud of me [Verse 2: French Montana] Keep it a thousand ones (Stack) I'm down in Costa Rica (Costa Rica) I need a hundred tons (Tons) Dubai golden Visa (Visa) We thought they was the ones (Ones) They ran up in the precinct (Precinct) We came with hundred drums (Drums) Cook up a hundred pieces (Pieces, yep) Most prolific (Yep) Go ballistic (Yep) Futuristic (Yep) You must've kissed it (Yep) She's a eater, boss dog, kick your feet up, fist ten I was a better, I'm first class with a greeter, we the chosen ones Why you think we ridin' with a loaded gun? Clog up your arteries, watch what the rosaries (Woo) Old school, new school, need to learn Coke Wave Boys make the bitches wet and let the money burn my tail [Chorus: Max B] We keep the people in the streets We guaranteed, the year was 2003 We reached out to flee But he ain't take me seriously (Didn't take me serious) He doubted me Look at me, mami, I your champ (Get it, mama) Be proud of me, be proud of me Motion is my lotion