Let Me Be Great - Pries

Now if I die tonight mama bury me a G

I notice many man who don’t wanna see me free

With the good Lord on my side ain’t no nigga scaring me

Only thing left on my mind is this liquor, gold and weed

Well, well let me be great

Let me great

Let me great

Let me great

See I just wanna be great

These niggas hate to see that

And I just want my blesses Lord

I believe in that, self lights to the wallet

Penny wishes in my pocket

And I just wanna be a bigger nigga

Rest in Peace to Christopher Wallace

Me and mom on the highway

Looking for the deadbeat dads

She got the ski mask on playin' gospel songs

With the loaded gun on the dash

See I’m moving fast, try to catch my dad, like ass

Time up in the trunk cuz he never giving up

Never time for a bless in the past

Will you bend for a bit the same

How many kids felt the same

Like yourself in the room try to hide from the fuse in my music drown all the

pain

Get rich or die tryin on my hear boi

Murder on my brain

Finger on the trigger blame it all in the liquor

Let my conscious sayin, hear me say

Now if I die tonight mama bury me a G

I notice many man don’t wanna see me free

With the good Lord on my side ain’t no nigga scaring me

Only thing left on my mind is this liquor go though me

Well, well let me be great

Let me great

Let me great

Let me great

See I just wanna be great

All these workers makin' it fast

Try to get it for a new straight

Ain’t got time for no feedbacks

Never pay no pussy on mind

And lesson it’s get no head

Bitch cuz I ain’t got no time

For the games tricks are really for kids

I know, I know, I know who they really do it for

They ain’t even gotta ask

We just rather let it show

I just rather spend my time

Being great and kill the shit

Bloody mary all in their vine

That’s what six days will get

So fuck y’all, all of y’all, don’t like me, then blow me

Just drink a filth let the alcohol sink watch the good lord console me

Dear Lord come solve it, no sleep to the grammys

Or until I see granny, cuz this finger on the trigger,

Blame it all on the liquor watch my city hold me (down, down, down)

Now if I die tonight mama bury me a G

I notice many man don’t wanna see me free

With the good Lord on my side ain’t no nigga scaring me

Only thing left on my mind is this liquor gold and weed

Well, well let me be great

Let me great

Let me great

Let me great

Let me great

Let me great

Let me great