Wanna Be

[Intro]

They wanna be

[Verse 1]

So you wanna be hard core? (Yes)

Trap, shoot, sell, what the hell you need a job for? (Ah)

'Bout to make a little fortune

Headed for the moon, 'bout to pull up in a Porsche soon (Nice)

'Bout to have the newest hot song (Hot)

Jocks gon' love it, they gon' play it like a pop song

Rappin' with the curses (Huh), trappin' in your verses (Uh)

Trappin' while you rappin' so I guess it's like a rock song

So you wanna be Weezy? (Look)

Look at how he do it, make it look so easy

Wanna ball like Jeezy? (Umph)

IG models, yo, they look so sleazy (Sexy)

So you wanna try and link up?

It goes down in the DM, whatever you can think of

But they only choose (What?) brolic-ass dudes (Oh)

With a lotta tattoos, so you better get your ink up (What?)

So you wanna get a Maybach? (Yeah)

Studio friends wanna hear you on the playback

In a room full of yes men (Yes)

Met em last month, now you're sayin' they your best friend

Wanna pop a few Xanax? (Girls)

Meet a couple girls, maybe have a little fan sex

But the girl's really underage

And the her friends on the 'Gram actin' silly on your page

[Chorus]

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Wanna be, wanna be

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[Verse 2: Marlon Craft]

Yeah I wanna do that shit

Why wouldn't I make that money and screw that bitch?

Like who are you to judge me, shit are you that sick?

Do you got hits? Do they know you like "Are you that shit?"

Or are you another old, salty hater?

'Cause everyone I ever idolized said, "Get the paper"

And that's from trappers to the rappers to the fuckin' bankers

I be fillin' up with anguish

I don't recognize what pain is I need all the numb that fame gives

So I chase it to whatever degree

To arenas, these likes make me feel a better of me

I flex with grams on the 'Gram, shit, at least I'm consistent

Blame me for hit chasin', half you rappers was pitchin'

The same crime-fueled vision that you accuse me of livin'

So hell yeah I want a Xan, do you know what it's like

To not even know who I am? And to be without a plan?

And know somethin' could bring me fans that could justify all my scams

I was plottin' on with my mans?

Give me purpose, now I'm feelin' good

And you wanna take that from me 'cause the appeal ain't good?

See, truth is, I wanna be like you but ain't equipped

Can't conquer the difficult, I suffice with the dangerous

What kind of game is this? Y'all left this for me

I know there's a better way than this

So if I'm a wanna be, it ain't for none of the shit that you claim

'Cause all I wanna be is me, but that ain't part of the game

I'm just sayin'

[Chorus]

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They wanna be

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They wanna be

They wanna be

[Verse 3: Masta Ace]

In summation, we a nation of generations

A variation of ages, we goin' through different stages

Same book, but we readin' from different pages

Enrolled in the same school, but studyin' different majors

Not sayin' you can't get a degree

But you're in need of a cheat sheet and you should get it from me

You see, life's what you make it, and can get it to be

It was me who paid that fee so you could get it for free

Look, it's so dangeorus when you dealin' with strangers

Started speakin' they language, now you're drivin' to vanquish

Not realizin' that you fell for the ok-

Back then, we fell for the Benzes, fell for the rope

Put some Gucci on the trench and we fell for the coat

But the game is still dirty when we yell for the soap

Y'all see it as jabs, y'all see us as dads

See us as concerned, don't see us as mad

Look, I get heated, the same mistakes are repeated

The hard-headed, conceited get broken down and defeated

It's not needed, 'cause it happened to us

Now your budget is almost gone, from rappin' to bust

These are words you can trust, but you try to refute

And none of it makes sense 'til it's time to recoup

In the meanwhile another will get anointed

We're honestly not bitter, no really, we're disappointed

Yeah

[Skit]

Yo, Strick, it's Ace

I just left the same message for Words

I um, met this kid

This producer kid

At the studio the other day

Young kid

He from Toronto

And uh

Yo, dude is kinda nice

He got some things

There's this one particular joint

I definitely need you to hear