B.Tee - Wanna Be Lyrics

I been thinkin' and smokin' Sativas
You know these hoes is deceivin
I let you know that I wanted more
You want me to feel like I need you
Slippin' and slidin' inside the coupe
Realized that my life could be through now
Don't wanna be a wanna be
I'm tryna' invest in the music

Lifted off the Jigga, I done figured out the blue print
You hate to believe in some shit that ain't set in stone until i flood out my whole wrist
Couple carats in my daughter ear, one hunnid' bands up out that Colosseum
You only want me to be what you want me to be, know that's some shit you can prolly' feel

My n****s hold me up and yet they still down
Foot to the pedal then peel out
Took out the snap and I kept in the trap snare, know this some dope you can feel now
Tryna' hold me feet up under still ground
Unleashing the beast but I'm still grounded
Get a hold of the gas and K.O. then I'm snoring, I'm smokin' out the Holyfield pound
(Shew)
Look at my precision, switch lanes F Sport Lex
When I speak from my soul it get high pitch
Make the beat cry like I'm dying
You never listened no you never listened
Didn't know you were distant until you was right there
Downin' my soul with the White Henn
Still get them chills from the sirens
All in my wrist, check out my stones
No reminiscing, gotta let go
This shit ain't lucky, no pot of gold
Can't even listen sorry I'm throw'd yea
Said can't even listen sorry I'm throw'd oh
Said can't even listen sorry I'm throw'd uh

Don't wanna be close to nobody
Could you ever be a wanna be?
Or make me feel like anybody
Could be what I wanted to be?
(Be what I wanted to be)

Lifted off the Jigga, I done figured out the blue print
You hate to believe in some shit that ain't set in stone until I flood out my whole wrist
Couple carats in my daughter ear, one hunnid' bands up out that Colosseum
You only want me to be what you want me to be, know that's some shit you can prolly' feel

Look at me now told'em check me out
Can't even come in the section now
I'm a dog up on the pedigree,
Chillin' wit the bitches n****s still houndin'
F*ck a money counter n***a still countin'
Kroger bags for the big ounces
Lifestyle n***a still protected
Glock 23 it's a 40 Cal
Never wanted static this shit get dramatic
Soap opera addict you couldn't imagine
You get attached but then you start attacking
It's never no lacking it's nothin' but facts
I'm on a wave like parades I won't miss like a pageant
This 9 got me saggin' a n***a wit' manners
If you want it bag it be humble no braggin'
I run it no callus treat this like a ballad

I'm on the way be sure you close oh
I'm on the way be sure ya' close to me uh
I'm on the way be sure you close oh
Im on the way be sure ya' close to me uh