A Wanna Be Lyrics

I want this, I want that, until fame, until fame

Ayy, look, I want to Maybach no curtains I want everybody to see me workin

I been droppin' sauce on purpose I ain't got no smoke with nobody

But I'm that fentanyl on that perky I got ten jobs buy a Birkin

I gotta make it out before they hurt me You can't get rid of me, I'm a herpes

We used to trap it out behind churches Suffolk baby, my shoes dirty

Got a 30-round clip, but Ill shoot the 30 Big 4-5, this bitch a burden

I'ma kill me somebody If I don't make it off these commercials

Put that fuckboy on the news Our last contact will be virtual

Told the lil homie to fall back Me and dude beef a lill personal

I'ma say what I wanna say I'm willing to die behind these verses

Momma still livin' in opp territory I gotta wear a skee mask, go her

Whip it out the glass, sprinkle the Bonita Got kicked out the class, they sent me to T Dub

I'm only dumb cause my mind was set Fuck education, I wanna rap

Teacher asked me what I wanna be I was serious when I answered

I wanna be a celebrity Before I was rappin', I was dancin

I know my hoe gon' cheat on me Put her on the block, I'd chance her

Outtsiide, yeah, I hope all my opps catch cancer

Oh, I, I said

I said, yeah, I, I, I, I said

I gotta do it, I gotta do it All of my dreams, I'ma die to pursue it

2015, I will rise to do it I'ma succeed when I find it, so

I gotta do it, I gotta do it All of my dreams, I'ma die to pursue it

2015, I will rise to do it I'ma succeed when I find it, so

Why the fuck BET, they put me on camera? Yeah, is it cause I'm from Virginia

Fuck it, I moved to Atlanta Yeah, I cover Mercedie

Where it ain't nothin' but Anna Yeah, my personal car is a getaway

But I want a Fanta I wanna be paid, I wanna be paid

The streets got me captured, I wanna be saved I wanna be God, I wanna be praised

I wanna be home, I wanna be paid Fuck niggas always got somethin' to say

Then I will react to end up in a cage I cannot live my life bein' this way

There are decisions you're willing to make Every time I jump in the putch, I ain't sakin

I'm always gucci, cause I'm always breastin' Imagine if I had the money, it'd bang

An LBM, he like, my tournament Chain, foodie, candy, gold and rain

I call her cocaine, she's so insane I don't wanna feel no more, I change

I show her respect if that's all it takes I went from corn to frosty flakes

I turned my arm to a frosty bracelet You are a part of your organization

I got the whore in the observation Are you worthy of the album, babe

Do you love me, though I'm not so famous? Are you lookin' for the mic, or tangled

Diggin' dreams, and I'm not complainin

Oh, why, damn Let's go, uh

And the masked team Skrrt, let's go, uh