Said you gonna be a baller
Hip hop shot caller
Made a hit rap like you said you would
But why you still broke living in the hood
Smoking trees all day
Selling dope and you going to be a star you say
Still living at your mama’s house
Flat broke sleeping on the couch
Dreaming that you are master of the game
Lazy, smoked out, dumb and craze it’s such a shame
Using lyrics you bought for crack
Stop faking the funk your lyrics are whack
Don’t even own your own beats
You need beats that echo the streets
Got played on the record deal
Won’t make enough to pay for one meal
Borrowed bling bling, borrowed ride, and designer clothes
Got no ladies they were paid to pose
You’ll a one hit wonder that got you sprung
Blown your advance and now you’re all done

You a wonna be baller
Fake hip hop shot caller
Got dreams of being the boss
And blow up like Diana Ross
Guess what you just a wonna be
The way you are you’ll never be like me

Now that you’re living your dreams
You realized you were dreaming for the wrong things
You picked the wrong role model to follow
A choice which caused you too much sorrow
You’re a dreamer with no action
A lover with no passion
Hey dream seeker
You will continue to get weaker
From chasing empty thrills
Get you some real skills
Work hard pay your bills
Improve on your record deal
Then maybe one day
True desire will pave the way
You can become that big man
With a workable game plan
Hip hop greats talk about what they are doing
And not what they wonna be doing
Don’t put the horse before the cart
Real artist love to create art

You a wonna be baller
Fake hip hop shot caller
Got dreams of being the boss
And blow up like Diana Ross
Guess what you just a wonna be
The way you are you’ll never be like me

Stop yapping
And put down on paper some real rapping
You ever heard of hard work
Or was you born to be a jerk
You talking about making some serious money
Ain’t nothings funny?
Unless you about something
First get your life right
To be able to put up a good fight
Hip hop till you don’t stop
So when you hit the party it will rock
To get to where you are going
Hip hop moguls spend hours in the studio flowing
You goanna have to live like a nun
Until you go triple platinum
You got to have your head on straight
Your body got to be tight so it won’t break
And all your people got to have your back
Start today learning how to act

You a wonna be baller
Fake hip hop shot caller
Got dreams of being the boss
And blow up like Diana Ross
Guess what you just a wonna be
The way you are you’ll never be like me

Ain’t nothing wrong with fancy cars?
Diamonds pearls and gold bars
Get it with talent you were blessed with
Talent takes work natural talents a myth
How many hood rats you know
Made it out of the ghetto
Getting out is extremely hard from the start
Staying out will take hours perfecting your art
You got to spend all your time getting it right
Polish your skills and you’ll be out of sight
Go ahead and blow up
To you I dedicate this gold cup
Just don’t become corrupt
And I wish you all the luck
Hip hop is an honorable profession
Its better then prison and learning your lesson
So count your blessings
And don’t make any concessions
It’s not about the money or fan base
But your life is a terrible thing to waste

You a wonna be baller
Fake hip hop shot caller
Got dreams of being the boss
And blow up like Diana Ross
Guess what you just a wonna be
The way you are you’ll never be like me
You wonna be a king
Wearing bling bling living the good life and doing big things
Guess what you just a wonna be
And you’ll never be like me
You’ll be broke, blind to the real, crippled in the mind, just a wonna be
Longing for fame, still living in the hood, and longing to be free

You a wonna be baller
Fake hip hop shot caller
Got dreams of being the boss
And blow up like Diana Ross
Guess what you just a wonna be
The way you are you’ll never be like me
You a wonna be baller
Fake hip hop shot caller
Got dreams of being the boss
And blow up like Diana Ross
Guess what you just a wonna be
The way you are you’ll never be like me