(chorus)
Be
I want you to see, what i can
Be
It feels like home to me
He’ll use this time,
To help you understand oh mama
I want you to see…

(verse 1)
What i can be
Shooting stars as far as the eye can see
I'll probably, own a beurocracy
Cause all the money im getting from these poems like Socrates
I'll support every one of my mamas kids
Cause i be kicking this down like soccer tees
I'll be buried in that golden sarcophogese
And let, everybody know dont step to the property
I hope my papa see
Me live up to my name like a prophecy
Unlocking my potential with master key
Cut the head off a Medusa like ill possibly
How the hell could you ever be mad at me
Throw 2 middle fingers up and let the pastor see
Every mistake you can know is in the past of me
Cause im never ever gonna let another chance just swim by passively (what i can be)

(chorus)
Be
I want you to see, what i can
Be
It feels like home to me
He’ll use this time,
To help you understand oh mama
I want you to see…

(verse 2)
So young the rap game sees me in pampers
Ok im up and ready i've done brawled with the panthers
And they was two easy so now give me some answers
Whats stopping me for popping like those deer with the antlers?
Hunters done shot em up say sorry to prancer
And tell 'em antler fashion spreading round like a cancer
Yea your probably next, Santa's gun to ya neck
But now im down to earth while looking fly as hell like a dancer
Im just playing, but i look fly still, you knew this
Fashion and potential is what makes me a cool kid
I knew i had potential and knew that i hade to use it
Didn't sit around and lounge cause that'd reduce it.
Work hard to make a sound, know who produced it?
Bunch of broken obstacles, yea, know who went through it?
Yea congrats you guessed it that it was me
All this just to show yall, (what I can be)

(chorus)
Be
I want you to see, what i can
Be
It feels like home to me
He’ll use this time,
To help you understand oh mama
I want you to see…

(verse 3)
Want you to see, the things that I can do
Any genre, pop, rap, rnb, even the blues
Beatmaking is my passion, lyrics are 2
Thats why I make things up like doctor seuss
Not just cause Im not good, nah, don't get confused
But if it dont go with the flow, then I'll refuse
To use it, cause in the end this thing is called music
And if it dont sound good, then, I aint gon do it!
Its that simple, that aint a riddle, its all mental
Cause when it comes to critiques im the most judgmental
And when I ask for opinions, dont be gentle
Give me your true thoughts, all I want is the truth
Would yall be as nice if I wasent a youth
Or would yall try to straighten me out like i was a tooth
Like braces? But just cause i cant tie my laces
You lie, how am I gonna show you (what I can be)

(chorus)
Be
I want you to see, what i can
Be
It feels like home to me
He’ll use this time,
To help you understand oh mama
I want you to see…