Ebwbar, Pt. 2. (Everybody Wants to Be a Rapper) Video (MV)

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Part two, for your little bitch ass

Everybody want to rap, everybody want to sing, auto tuning everything (I just want to be me)
Everybody sipping lean, every rapper got supreme, everybody popping beans (I just want to be G)
Everybody want to trap, every rapper got a pack, OG matter fact (I just want to be me)
Iced out to the T, diamonds cloudy but your'e clean, life moves around the cream (Shit I just want to be G)

I could, I could never stunt, if the money not up, looking goofy like a chump
I could never wear clothes, that don't even fit my mold, but I fit Tommy, Gucci, Ford
I ain't waiting in no line, just to have a good time, draped in jewelry with the shine
I'm the type to walk in, VIP with the clique, Hennessy Patron and chips
Everywhere Santana go
In the air or on the road
I always got my pre rolls
Rolling doobies by the boat load
But if you see me in the cut, rolling doobies say whats up, just might let you hit the joint
But if I'm facing, nigga face it, I'm a silent as a slug
Higher than a tweety bird
Yeah young G straight up out of space
I'm just trying to do my thang
While I stay up in my lane
Aye

Everybody want to rap everybody want to sing
But young G-$ANTANA ain't you doing the same thing
Everybody want to rap everybody want to sing
But young G-$ANTANA ain't you doing the same thing

Stay in your lane, I'm a Big Baller, call me Lavar
I only, let a select few people call me Jalaal
If you want change, you got to be consistent that's law
You got to be persistent, focus on your mission, trust your intuition that's for sure
If you want change, you got to change your ways, you got to flip the page
And watch the story change its pace like everyday
You got to do your thang
You got to have your mind on your money and your money on your mind everyday
You cant be afraid, you cant run astray, you got to be original that's how you win the game
You cant have growth and comfort that's insane

Hold up wait
Hold up wait
Hold up wait

My mind racing Ben Frank, like Daytona 500
Be popping beans like its skittles, then I drift to slumber
I'm never busting under pressure, ain't no need for not a plumber
These cold sweats up in the night, the got my dripping like its summer
I sip this brown up out the bottle
It make me shift just like a throttle
Cannibus activist, no activist, in my sprite bottle
I'm burning energy, but I'm gaining bread, I'm bony like fossils
All these tacitos and these burritos got me stuffed just like a taco (Ahh)
I be writing all up in my mind, that's what I call a mental note
I be cooling high off life, that's what I call a mental toke
When I be looking at the sky, I call that time a mental scope
And when I be mapping out my plans, I call that time a mental globe
I got this Kyrie type mentality
I'm focused on the G
I'm the type to lead not follow, so I'm focused on my team (Team)
Head huncho like a Migo, and I'm focused on my cream
Got the method like I'm Method Man, no Wu Tang just G.

No Wu tang just G