Better Me Than You (2024)

• Pressure (Intro)
• Iconic
• Typecast
• Break The Cycle
• Who You Are (Superstar)
• Yes
• It Is What It Is
• Apologize
• Clarity (skit)
• On Up
• Something
• Black Void
• This N That
• Million Pieces
• Get You Back
• Certified
• Focus (skit)
• Boundaries
• Precision
• My Life / Happiness (skit)
• Together Forever (Bonus Track) 

Pressure (Intro) lyrics - Big Sean

Aye, hit me back, man, you know I'm, I'm, um

Aye, nigga, where you been at, bro?

I'm filing for bankruptcy and I just, you know, I just wanna talk about it before

Always in the studio but ain't never with your son

Give me my baby

This the second time you cancelled on me, when are you coming over?

Ayo, the city fuckin' with you right now, bruh

Nigga talking crazy 'bout you in the hood, bro

You never have time for me

Nigga saying you ain't even been in this bitch, you ain't

Nigga, ain't you a father? You over here talking bout that G.O.A.T shit, nigga

We speak two totally different languages

Meanwhile, you get to figure yo shit out

Just lemme hold somethin', bro

The city need you dog, c'mon, man

Them nigga saying you ain't been to the city in over a year, nigga

I just seen yo' daddy drive a Uber dog, you good?

Oh, God

You need one of them anthems, nigga

Nigga, you need to figure yo' shit out

You need to diss someone

Why does it feel like you're second guessing yourself?

You should just diss a nigga, man, drop a diss track

We need you, dog

Daddy, I miss you

I miss you

You don't miss me, bitch

Iconic lyrics - Big Sean

Uh

Yeah

Yeah

Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye

Straight to the top, that's how I rock

Aye, back to the basics, back to the work

Like we back from vacation, we never not takin', we what?

Back to the basics, back to the basement

I love makin' progress you peons not makin'

Bro turn this back on me then push back up on me

I'm not really fazed by his fakeness

I'm cut from a different cloth, engineered from a different tier type greatness

Okay, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it

They love to talk shit but can't top it

I might just style yo' stylist

They went and did what I did after I did it, shit ironic

The way I did what I did, my bitch love to call me iconic

Aye, aye, aye

Big time they gon' free up, the contract get read up

Yo business is fucked, crackers runnin' it up, why they kickin' they feet up? (Stupid)

You might as well signed you a prenup, then copped you a Fiat

Don't worry, I got properties that you could rent out

I'm not a new artist, brodie, I been out

These hoes wanna end us, these boys think I'm finished

But I turn the tables like foam flakes in NY

Yeah, it's gon' all come around like a fish eye

And I'ma need all that lil' back that I dish out

The peace is Jesus, yeah, I had to go Biggie

Y'all nigga rap like y'all actin' like Shiggy

I'm in a Mecca you boys can't touch down in

They turn a conscious rapper unconscious

They feed these gangsta rappers to piranhas

They take off your Cartier, fill it with diamonds

To put on they eyes just to hide all the trauma

I just ain't rhyming to rhyme, bitch

We back to the basics, back to the work

Like we back from vacation, we never not takin', we what?

Back to the basics, back to the basement

I love makin' progress you peons not makin'

Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it

They love to talk shit but can't top it

I might just style yo' stylist

They went and did what I did after I did it, shit ironic

The way I did what I did, my bitch love to call me iconic

Typecast lyrics - Big Sean

Yeah

Just been all about expansion, you know?

You know they hate when I talk like this

Ayy

I got pimpin' in my blood

Got my main girl in the tub, all she wearin' is some suds

I done bossed up to the point that all I care about is love

Turn the family all execs, no such thing as rich enough

Too Real Under Sean Teachings, acronym for trust (Trust)

Initials in the sheets, got my logo in the rug

Built-in alarm clock, ain't got to tell me to get up

When I walk in the arena, I feel like I'm Jerry Buss (Bust it)

And we shut down Coachella, they thought it was Harry Styles

Except the skin same color as a black and mild

Meditatin' blackin' out, J. Cole, a middle child

But you know I get my fuckin' way, like an only child

Downtown pimpin', city slickin', rockin' crocodile

Yeah, they tryna pipe me down, but you gotta wipe me down

Could tell from my handwriting, I got signature style

I should write a fuckin' book on how to get it off the mile

They used to look right past me (Swerve)

Niggas can't even catch up to the past me (Swerve)

She just wanna love me down and harass me

They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me (Bitch)

Yeah, typecast me

Makin' sure my son straight, makin' sure my girl straight

Makin' sure the fam straight, then I can die happy

They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me (Bitch)

Yeah, multi-million dollar salaries, for all of my legalities

And we comin' black tux when we movin' casually

Could build a damn positive affirmation gallery

Passin' plays to my niggas, so the income is passive

My genre isn't rap anymore, it's under classics (Classics)

Look, I knew back on Griswold

When ain't nobody have my back, 'cause it was against the wall

And Waun got hit with that fed case

And he was livin' through me for that decade, to balance his head space

Man, first thing I think about, boardin' a jet

Is how my mom and dad was flight attendants, that's how they met

No wonder why my head's in the clouds, it makes sense

Every day I wake up, I'm one day closer to death

So what you gon' do with the time you got left?

Ball on these pussies, damn, look at my neck

I used to sell CD's outside of my history class

What a foreshadow that was, when I'm lookin' back

From the blog era, had to get through the tabloids

Just like MJ had to get through the bad boys

My son first Christmas, he finna have mad toys

I'll probably get his ass a S-Class if he ask for it

But he gotta learn the hard way, life's a crash course

And stick to the task, while dodgin' the task force (Of course)

They used to look right past me (Swerve)

Niggas can't even catch up to the past me (Swerve)

She just wanna love me down and harass me

They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me

Yeah, bitch

Makin' sure my son straight, makin' sure my girl straight

Makin' sure the fam straight, then I can die happy

They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me (Bitch)

They used to look right past me

Ain't wanna do right by me

Fuck it, alright by me (Fuck it)

So I couldn't do this and couldn't do that

But niggas can't typecast me

Niggas can't typecast me, niggas can't typecast me

Fuck it

Better me than you, shit, I gotta see it through

Break The Cycle lyrics - Big Sean & Charlie Wilson

Come and lift me up

Funny how nigga tend to believe more than what happened

I mean really, do we look like inglorious bastards?

Lena Waithe told me I was the Black Brad Pitt

I wasn't too fond of that title, flattering as it is

I mean, really though, that's what you think of my rep?

That's what they saying 'bout me, quiet as kept

Like I just go from one star to another star

Like I'm drawing out a constellation or

Go from one hole to another like I'm shooting par, that ain't me at all

I really had to stop what I was doing and start retracing my steps

And had to break some cycles

Sometimes, you don't always win it as much as you like to

But they can't see you out here panicky

You can't expect it to change doing the same, that's insanity

They catch me on the canon moving candidly, and even though I'm out the frame, they pan to me

But I'm so on that I'm well-off, I only ever fell back, not fell off

Fuck it, it's just a different cycle

Sometimes, you gotta go through a different cycle

Cycle, cycle

Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?

That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle

Come and lift me up

I'm saying, how 'bout instead of tearing me down, you

Come and lift me up

Yeah, how 'bout that?

Look, I got trauma that I haven't dealt with

I got feelings that I haven't gelled with

I got a lot of girls that want to get up and meet

And have a conversation with me after they melt quick

But I can't do to my baby, I'm too solid

I mean so solid to the point that my homeboy is The Rock, shit

You thriving off of gossip, you the type to lose faith and stop it

I'm climbing the mountain even if I can't see the top of it

Living the highs, striving the lows, understand that's a whole different control

I done hit baby, that's Mission Control, ulterior motives that's getting exposed

Not enough money to give 'em my soul, I set the standards, you live up to those

Life speaking through me, it's not Morse code, I cut you off 'cause I'm really that cold

Tryna go stone cold on me but I'm hot

American dollar crashing out but I'm not

This that prime time, baby, I'm in that time slot

Coming to you live, swear these nigga is dying to watch

So fucking busy, she can't tell if I'm lying or not

I just gotta get this shit, I'm on a different cycle

Come and lift me up

Oh, is that what you think of me? Is that what you heard?

That ain't even the half of it, nigga, I'm on a different cycle

How 'bout instead of tearing me down, you

Come and lift me up

Oh, God

Aye, aye

I went and bought my mama a Benz

And then I bought myself one, and she like, "Look, we twins"

Nice watch, baby boy, but watch how you spend

And make sure that it's a write off, I just want to see you right off

And before you leave that mansion, make sure you cut the lights off

Mama, I know, like I don't work for every dollar of my own

She know I got the heart of Joe and the mind of Mildred

And the rest of the OGs that's woven all through my soul and spirit

Fuck it, I had to break the cycle

Break the cycle of us thinking we don't have enough, ya know?

Living in the illusion of scarcity

She never got her Chanel, but I broke the cycle

Yeah

And I had to get her a red one 'cause she a Delta

And she used to be a flight attendant on Delta, for real

I'm a grown man

But I had to break the cycle

Yes, I did

I said I'm a grown man but I had to break the cycle

Yo, what's up, my brother, great to hear from you, man

So a few things, most importantly, that sounds amazing

Your baby boy's nine months old and thriving, I love hearing that

And I'm sure that

You were, you're an inspired artist to begin with, like right out of the gates

But I'm sure holding your baby boy gives you a whole new perspective on

This new evolution of what inspiration means, right? So I'm sure, man

I'm sure your motivation, inspiration is through the roof every time you hold your baby boy

And what's cool, just

Y-your baby boy at nine months is already almost bigger than Kevin Hart so that's, that's really cool

Alright, my brother, love you, man

And I'm so happy for you, man, can't wait to see your baby boy, okay, bye

Who You Are (Superstar) lyrics - Big Sean

Calling my number one

Front row at your audience

All these cameras, and you still alone

My phone is always on

I'm only yours, I'm always yours

Aye, whoa, whoa, look

These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Fucking with a nigga, let her take it too far

You the one that they got up on they mood board

When I flick you from the back, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Aye, I know who you are

I know who you are

Yo' face buried in silk

I hop, I'm on top, I'm the king of the hill

Ex wrapped around your finger, he wanna marry you still

I'm talking shit in your ear, you showing off in the mirror

I match your sex drive, I'm teaching you how to steer

I put you in every gear, yeah

I ask her do she love it

She say, "Daddy, hell yeah"

She deserve a tail number and a Telfar

You don't need a man, you need a man as your hold up

You don't need a man, you need a cameraman

I'm not that nigga that you call that's never answering

These stupid nigga fumbling a real bitch, they can't handle it, aye

Tesla truck, picking it up

Dickin' her down, liftin' her up

She drop it again, it's a deluxe

She a superstar chick, give her superstar dick

Fuck around and have a superstar kid, aye

Man, these bitches finna hate you, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Fucking with a nigga, let her take it too far

You the one that they got up on they mood board

When I flick you from the back, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

Aye, I know who you are

I know who you are

All she need's a platform

All she need is somebody who gon' go to bat for her

Soon as she leave the house, make her come back for it

Who gon' hold that ass down and make her want to clap for it?

Clap for it, and you the best at it

Sold out shows, jumpin' like a pep rally

Girl, you poppin', I'ma fuck you at the Met Gala, we made a mess at it

Aye, and fuck these hating ass bitches, hope they take it personal

And you know the hate last as long as the workflow

Pisces, Scorpio, water signs, surf those

Pussy fire, I might have to go no-shirt mode

And you blessed, I know Creflo and Kirk know

You a superstar, just never go commercial

Right stroke, left stroke, that's the best stroke

Death stroke, tongue all down your throat

Oh, ah, you don't ever happen to people like me

You could be anywhere, but you're where you wanna be, yeah

Shooting star in the limelight, my sweet thing

And I'd buy you this whole fucking world

'Cause you love me for me, yeah, yeah

These bitches finna hate you, you a superstar

You know who you was, I know who you are

You the one that they got up on they mood board

You know who you was, I know who you are

I know who you are

I know who you are

Calling my number one

Front row at your audience

All these cameras, and you still alone

My phone is always on

I'm only yours, I'm always yours

Yes lyrics - Big Sean

Ooh-ooh, mmm-mm

Ooh-ooh, woah, woah, yeah

You a yes man, I'm a rich boy (Throw some Ds on her)

I'm a breast man, I'ma skeet on her, make a mess

And she gon' look up to me, I'm who she proud of

I come from where it's hustlers, pimps, players and don dadas

Yeah

Yeah, yeah

New shit might get spooky, had to bring the ways back

Stupid lil' bitch wan' reminisce about some shit from way back

When you slackin' on the job, that's when they try and take that

Niggas really think they cutthroat 'cause they talkin' out they necks

How don't you get out your feelings? Middle fingers to these niggas

They wanna see me turn to the villain, either way though, I'ma kill 'em

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (Yes)

Yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

Yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

Yes (Tss), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (Huh)

Yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes

Fuck you mean? My life real GTA

And I need a payment in ETH

Right now the motherfucker ETA

And I be the champ, nigga, year after year, after year

Yeah, I'm goin' three-peat wave

I ain't droppin' no dime, you boys cheapskates

And I'm stickin' to the course, no PGA

Hoes plottin' on me, that's so cliché

Five-star suite, five-star general, yeah, bitch, and I'm goin' AWOL (AWOL)

How the fuck a young nigga got his whole logo

On a jersey and a nigga don't play ball?

Stupid niggas been like "Where you been?"

All I said, "The fuckin' rocket, bitch, I'm 'bout to go take off" (Take off)

Bitch, I'ma fly my own PJ, fuck you mean?

Top flight security of the world, Craig

Goofy-ass highs

Niggas got my name in they mouth 'cause I'm all in their girl head

I step to the code, niggas can't decode me

If they pushin' my buttons, it's code red

Twenty thousand bitches prayin' that we break up

You that nigga, why you sleepin'? I'm him when I wake up

Yeah, holy matrimony where I stack the cake up

This right here the realest game I probably ever gave up

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (Yes)

Yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

Yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

Yes (Tss), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

When they tried to tell me, "No," I said, "No, motherfucker, yes" (Huh)

Yes (Huh), yes (Huh), yes (Huh)

Yes

Yeah

Yes

I would rather give y'all my soul, I don't have to sell it

Might take a piss off your rap Mount Rushmore after I scale it

Blue strips when I do hit the strip, know we fuckin' it up like Elvis

No broke talk, G.O.A.T. talk

Money talkin' to me, like I don't need no motherfuckin' therapist

Brought it right back to the crib like it's nowhere else to go

I was in North Carolina throwin' up them pyramids with Hov

Confirmation that my ancestors built pyramids, for sure

Nothin' happens by coincidence, it's written in the scrolls

Fuckin' wifey types like hoes

I can't even put on my clothes, bitch, I gotta go

Pockets so deep, it implodes

Who keepin' up with the score? I don't plateau

Niggas back up in that mode

And I don't weigh no pros or no cons 'cause I only know pros

Fuck what you sellin' me

I lay the play down to run this bitch, I think they tellin' me, "No"

It Is What It Is lyrics - Big Sean & Gunna

And I'm about to get an IV, so

Let me knock this out real quick

Yeah, whoa

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets (Gets)

Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill

Really though, that's 'cause it is (It is)

Quit being so sensitive and taking it personal, baby, it's biz (What?)

I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho

It is what it is

Run that shit back, Turbo!

Let's go, let's go

It's simple, but it ain't easy (Whoa, whoa)

I got it figured out (Whoa)

Run that back, Turbo!

Fuck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off

I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool, and she never dryin' off

Chef up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf, and hell yeah, it's flyin' off

Fuck is you talkin' about, stupid? We outta here, baby, yeah, I'm signing off

Boy, let's go

Whole different breed, you know

My life a whole different degree, you know

Tryin' to flip me a BMO, no wonder I'm capital PNO

On the west side of the D it was cold

Me and Tone in a Caprice, you know

We had to print out all the CDs and plant all the seeds

And just roll up our sleeves, you know

Understand nigga came straight out the concrete

It wasn't no beach with a breeze, you know

Mobbin' like Paul, capeesh, you know

'Cause nigga need more than a piece, lil' ho (God)

Took a long to the top (Top)

Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (Swerve)

Face all on the front page

I don't give a fuck about no backlash

I been backstabbed and laughed at

We gon' see who get the fuckin' last laugh

And we doin' more numbers than- (What?)

Still doin' more numbers than hashtags

Yeah, big business with a fat staff

In the crib alone, havin' flashbacks

Like I really sacrificed it all

Fuck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets

Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill

Really though that's 'cause it is (It is)

Quit being so sensitive and taking it personal, baby, it's biz

I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho

It is what it is

Fuck all that shit, let's get back to the business, I run up them racks independent

Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling, I can go blow me a million

Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I play on the Pistons

No time to wait, I'm a hit in this 'Cat, hope they payin' attention

They try turn their back on the realists, ain't work with the world, ain't mean nothin' you ain't feel us

Nigga all hype, we some villains, my competition are like all of my children

Me like the top, I can fuck but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin'

Young Gunna on the mic and I twinkle a lot of ice, nigga know they can't see me

Saint Laurent lens, want a light bright, can't nobody dim it

Big body Benz, me and my twin and it's fuck all the critics

You ain't my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks

Pretty lil' bitch, stop at red light, I play with her kitty

B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you saying, my baby? This big as it gets

Running it up like my crib at the top of the hill

Really though, that's 'cause it is (It is)

Quit being so sensitive and taking it personal, baby, it's biz

I cut they ass off, but fuck it though, cut me a check, ho

It is what it is (It is)

It is, yeah

It is what it is

It is

Fuck it, it is what it is

Apologize lyrics - Big Sean & Eryn Allen Kane

Apologize fake-ass, snake-ass

You say you sorry when you not

Dug your grave, bitch, you got a lot

Only thing you good at, ain't no way I'm going out like that, like that

I ain't mad at you, but I ain't forgot

I ain't mad at you

But I ain't forgot

I'ma hold your ass accountable a lot

Oh, surprise I'm on top

Why would ever deny or go plot against me?

Apologizing

You wanna say you sorry when you not

Wanna be friends and do business man

How could we?

Talk about me 'cause you lost the privilege of talking to me

On God

Dug your own grave, now do what you best at, nigga, lie

Give me the space, give me the time

Get you away, outta my mind

I don't want you in my life no more

I got a line that I've drawn and you act like it isn't one

One of the worst things you could do is waste time

What? Only thing worse is wasting mine, what?

Feeling like OG Lil' Jon, what?

Fuck a little percentage, I would've gave your ass the world

Tryna fuck my girl

Tryna disrespect me, bitch, respect the first thing you gon' give me for sure

I ain't mad at you

Look at you

You was supposed to be big bro

But somehow, you didn't grow

I even tried to lay the play down for the pick and roll

But you couldn't play the roles

Even paid your lawyer fees and you tried to get me from old

Even all the money in the world couldn't fix how you broke

Nigga claim that they solid when they solid as a house of cards

Meaning the more I stack, the more that it's just bound to fall

They wanna take me off of my level

And drag it down to yours

And prove they wasn't down at all

So don't apologize fake-ass, snake-ass

You say you sorry when you not

Dug your grave, bitch, you got a lot

Only thing you good at, ain't no way I'm going out like that, like that

I ain't mad at you, but I ain't forgot

I ain't mad at you

But I ain't forgot, no

I'ma hold your ass accountable a lot

Oh, surprise I'm on top

Now I'm on top

Ooh, yeah

Oh, I've already forgiven you

For all the things you put me through

So long for now

Are you sorry?

Or are you embarrassed by the way that you treated me?

Is your apology serving?

Accountability starts with self observation

And I can't help you with that

That's a God thing

Said that he'd do it

Go on and hit him up for that

Won't he do it?

I've already forgiven you

For all the things you put me through

So, goodbye for now

Clarity (skit) lyrics - Big Sean

I never seen Heaven on Earth

But I see the Heaven in your eyes

I finally see that clarity is more than what meets the eye

The irony

The clearer you are, the closer you are to clairvoyant

But they'd rather see you clear avoiding

Yeah, they'd rather keep you mad, thinking, "Fuck the world"

But what you mean, "Fuck the world?"

You talking 'bout Mother Earth?

If Mother Earth wanted to, she could really wipe us all out just by slightly raising her temperature

And so I wonder

Why does the Earth love us like a mother loves her children?

No matter how bad they are, unconditionally

After all we put her through

You know, so I'm not surprised if some of y'all don't see what I'm saying

But a hundred years from now, probably none of us'll be here

In fact we'll be unplugged and onto the next version of ourselves

But what if while we're in our bodies, this is our only time to

Feel something

Fuck something

Eat something

Feel the sun

Feel the rain

The ups and downs of everything

All the emotions

So I wish you all enough clarity

To see what the fuck is really goin' on

On Up lyrics - Big Sean

Key Wane

Aye, I wanna dedicate this one to my son Noah Hasani

Daddy love you, boy, yeah

And everybody just working through what they working through, you know what I'm saying?

Everybody making the best of what they got

Aye, aye, look

I know some OGs always working, but they never paid

Finding their way, but shit, it gotta be a better way

The older that I get, I'm feelin' the resemblance

I look into my son's eyes and still see his innocence

I see my inner child in him and still the remnants

Will he lose it to the world, is it imminent?

Or is it something that me and his momma had instilled in him?

And the confidence you lose, you could build again

He only nine months, barely sittin' up

He almost fell over, I called him and told him

"Gotta get on up"

I'm only makin' plays now to pass it on

One day my baby gon' have babies and I'm gon' be gone

The way time movin', it really won't be long

I pray I'm there for every memory you want me on

I gotta teach him that it's more than a rat race, more than a cash chase

And if you chase cash, that just means that it's running away

Instead of turning what you love into a company, and watch the money come to me

My, what has the world done to me?

Judging people off of how they look, not what they've done for me

Don't assume is number three of the four agreements

I gotta start applyin' everything that I've been reading

It seem like the tragedy of losing kids will never calm

I think about Trayvon, Breon-, my neighbor Deshaun

Prayin' for protection for my family

And that He keep His hands on me to fight through this insanity

I lay down, tryna figure out the rest

Close my eyes, picture heaven, and it's where I'm at, get up

Gotta get on up

You gotta get on up now

'Cause you can't sit down

Gotta get on up

Gotta get on up now

And you can't sit down

Gotta get on up

You gotta get on up now

And you can't sit down

Gotta get on up

And you can't sit down

Gotta get on up now

And you can't sit down

Gotta get on up now

Gotta get on up now

And you can't sit down

Gotta get on up

Gotta get on up now

Something lyrics - Big Sean & Syd

Relax, would you? Hold up, would you?

Just fall back, would you?

I mean it really ain't, it really ain't

That bad with you, just step back, would you?

Shit, relax

Aye, aye, everybody going through something

I need you to come down now and keep me company

All we did and all we been through, it can't be for nothing

I go so hard on myself, it's self destruction

But everybody going through something

It ain't even 'bout what's real, it's 'bout what you trusting

Channel all that energy, fuck all that fuck shit

Man, everybody going through something

Everybody going through something, yeah

I been down and uneven, I been drowning and sinking

Popping 30mgs for no reason

Pops say it's always a reason

Just like it's always a season

You gotta know when to breathe in

You so good at putting time in

But not taking time out when you need

So scared of losing everything that you already feel defeat

Try to bury your problems deep down

Not knowing they're deceased

You MIA half the time, your cousin crashed

Got a shattered spine, he can't even walk up to his baby crying

You ain't even check in to make sure he fine

Shit, because everybody's going through something

You steady tripping on dumb shit

You like to tell me I'm kidding around

When a baby is all that you wanted

Sometimes, we pray and ask God for these things

And not realizing all it come with

I feel like you don't really hear me, though

You know I like being alone, but not feeling alone

You know I live in my head, it's like my second home

I know you tryna help, it's hard to accept it, though

Please don't judge me

Aye, aye, everybody going through something

I need you to come down now and keep me company

All we did and all we been through, it can't be for nothing

I go so hard on myself, it's self destruction

But everybody going through something

It ain't even 'bout what's real, it's 'bout what you trusting

Channel all that energy, fuck all that fuck shit

Man, everybody going through something

Everybody going through something, yeah

Put some in the air for me

Put some in the air for me

Put some in the air for me

Black Void lyrics - Big Sean, Thundercat & Eryn Allen Kane

Bad news, bad news

You don't want me, but I want you

Bad news, bad news

I can't stop dreamin' about you

I'm letting go

This time

You crossed the line, I'm done with that

Disrespect, ain't havin' that

You say you don't give a fuck, but you so attached

Not too worried about you fuckin' other nigga now

Build me up and now my ego just won't let me down

Take me down, protect me how?

Just let me drown

I always let you down

Too much time, I'm done with that

I'm lettin' go, you crossed the line

It's no comin' back, gotta see the signs

I'm not goin' back 'cause you say it's fine

Wastin' time, dirty, ain't worthy, ain't worth me

Got my phone blowin' up like Kirby

How we together but you tryna curve me?

How we together but you curve me?

How you say you love me but you always hurt me?

Even you told me you don't deserve me

And then talk down on me like I ain't worthy

Tryna move forward but you won't reverse me

To a place where we wasn't workin'

Actin' sweet, know you gon' desert me

Talkin' all spiritual and all churchy

Say you on my team, I can't find the jersey

Know you gon' find somethin', you keep searchin'

Who you fuckin' with don't concern me

Unless you really cold enough to burn me

And if it ain't no time then we can't be rushed

How yo' friends gon' hate on us

When they was the ones that matched us up?

If it was them, they wouldn't pass me up

If you trust me, it can't be much

Awkward silence every time we talk

All the problems keep pilin' up

You ain't never gon' love the full me

You ain't never gon' back me up

You ain't never gon' set me free

And let the one for me snatch me up

You wanna need me and wanna bleed me

But never there to come patch me up

When you thinkin' through, is it good for you?

Just remember you is only half of us

Remember you is just half of us

Remember you is just half of us

Driftin' through the void

I'm done with you

I'd rather be on my own

Too many times

I'd rather be on my own

Back into the void

Back into the void

Turn it off, be alone

Turn it off, be alone

Turn it off, be alone

I'd rather be on my own

I'd rather be on my own

All alone, run along

All alone, all alone

All alone, all alone

All alone

Black void, Black boy

All alone, all alone

Came into it just like how I'm goin' home

All alone

All alone

All alone

Black void

This N That lyrics - Big Sean, Bryson Tiller & Kodak Black

[Intro:]

Woah, woah, woah, woah-wow-wow

Woah, woah, woah, woah-wow-wow

(Hit-Boy)

Mm, mm-hm, mm-mm, mm

Ayy, ayy

[Big Sean:]

Been through this and that, fuck it though, we still intact

If they stab me off in the back, then I guess we wasn't a match

Me and my dawgs all made a pack, if we don't get it, then we can't come back

And every time we came back, that's a fact, that's a fact

Been through this and that, fuck it though, we still intact

This right here for all the ones that ain't here, can't come back

If it's one thing I'ma do, is put the crib on my back

Now we back, that's a fact, that's a fact, that's a fact

(Uh-uh, mm-mm)

Guess I gotta go again and show 'em it ain't luck (Yup)

And they thought it was over for me, boy, they had me fucked up

Been through all the rain, now the sun on me (Me)

Ain't no point in stressin', gon' be what it's gon' be (Be)

Back to back with the prayers, so many times I gotta memorize

I done seen so much pain that shit got me desensitized

OGs talkin' about "Stick to the script", I had to improvise

This that classic B.I.G. shit, I got 'em hypnotized

Movin' at my own pace, doin' this shit my way

Way before the braids, yeah, they been took the wave

Ain't nobody from the crib ever did it big like this

It's like my parents turned to my kids how I'm takin' care of their shit

I had to go through it, just to get to it

Had to watch from the bench, I had to sit through it

Get to it, trust issues, brought my blick to it

My Unc Key an alcoholic, had to sip through it

I hope the same damn demons don't haunt me

Come with the Don like members only

I done been down so bad before, I swear I wasn't gon' get back

But look, the old me and new me is a mismatch

They don't understand though how much it's takin' off your mind, off your soul, just to show up and make it

That's for my dawg that's overwhelmed, under investigation

Even if he don't make bond, know we'll never break it, 'cause we-

Been through this and that, fuck it though, we still intact

If they stab me off in the back, then I guess we wasn't a match

Me and my dawgs all made a pack, if we don't get it, then we can't come back

And every time we came back, that's a fact, that's a fact

Been through this and that, fuck it though, we still intact

This right here for all the ones that ain't here, can't come back

If it's one thing I'ma do, is put the crib on my back

Now we back, that's a fact, that's a fact, that's a fact

(Uh-uh, mm-mm)

[Bryson Tiller:]

305 high, that's how I'm livin'

Like I'm in a six, GTA, that's how I'm whippin'

Like I got a money glick shots, big pimpin'

4 AM in this bitch, ain't goin' to sleep, I'm on a mission (Ha)

Louis V on my bag, and some money made a difference

I'm still the same nigga, no difference

But I came a long way from Jansport and penny pinchin'

Nigga talkin' about L's, man, I hand 'em out on any given

Sunday closed to the public, still I'm gettin' chicken

Hoe, shut the fuck up, I'm just reminiscin'

I was broke as fuck when that song dropped, a fact

Heard they talkin' 'bout I switched, I put the city on my back, niggas

[Big Sean:]

Been through this and that, fuck it though, we still intact

If they stab me off in the back, then I guess we wasn't a match

Me and my dawgs all made a pack, if we don't get it, then we can't come back

And every time we came back, that's a fact, that's a fact

Been through this and that, fuck it though, we still intact

This right here for all the ones that ain't here, can't come back

If it's one thing I'ma do, is put the crib on my back

Now we back, that's a fact, that's a fact, that's a fact

(Uh-uh, mm-mm)

[Kodak Black:]

Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, done came too far to let you end me

Back to me, I'm a chimney, that's a fact, that's a fan-nact

Crack back, jit, you should've knew 'bout fuckin' wit' me

Scrap wit' me, got so much smoke, 420

Get snap back lately, pop the top, I'm gettin' litty

Used to dream of being big like Biggie

Martin Luther King should see how I'm livin'

Big necklace, wrist froze, big business

Big stepper, rich hoe, big pimpin'

And I'm free, and I'm gettin' richer than a bitch while doin' me

Told bitch "I ain't look like Lil Shimmy, he say glee"

Baguette in the seat, get me back on my feet

[Big Sean:]

Shit'll feel better when it's earned, that's a fact

Play me, fuck it, lesson learned, that's a fact

Err'body gon' get they turn, that's a fact

If the job ain't done, I don't wanna hear no congrats

Mortal Kombat straight out the pic, that's a fact

Niggas thought I wasn't gon' bounce back in this bitch, that's a fact

I'm the best thing my ex ever had, that's a fact

Only thing with they back against the wall is the plaques

What? What? What? What? What?

Million Pieces lyrics - Big Sean, Teyana Taylor, Larry June & DJ Premier

Pa-da-pa

Li—, Li—, Li—, Li—, Live and direct

A million, a million

My life is just one big puzzle that's broken into a million pieces

I've been tryin' to sequence, it gets hard as

Losin' the one you love, done shared a million things with

When I'm done, they'll probably put my bones in museums

Like that's one of the last from niggas, ever

'Cause at this rate, we'll all be extinct then

I got a hole in my heart that I hate when I sink in

She spend a night with me and now she want a million weekends

Shallow hoes, always fallin' in love with the deepest

I'm in the deep end, my city population eight-hundred thou'

But on my block alone you'll find a million pieces

And that's what we chop you in, doggy

If you try to test us or cheat us

Or if we don't like the way you treat us

Or it might just be the season

I used to want to be a millionaire for, shit, like a million reasons

And then it came with a million leeches that want that many pieces

Lawyers, taxes, state taxes

Agents, assistants, managers, business managers

Fees and damages

Plus somebody else, to make sure that they're not scammin' us

Shit'll have you depressed, checkin' your balances

Luckily, it's me, I know how to balance it

My dad said it's his dream to be actin', but it never happened

And when he talks 'bout back then, it breaks me to a million pieces

Sendin' this one out

A million, a million

Li—, Li—, Li—, Li—, Live and direct

Wavin' my mic'

A million, a million pieces

It's hard bein' a healer, when I'm scarred as hell

But the world can tell, all of the pride, let it die

All of the tears, let 'em dry

I look at myself, got a million mirrors to help

Overnight, everythin' can change

All of a sudden, I'm the one to blame

I'm still learnin' what I need, baby, so I can't say I'm here to stay

Plus I'm goin' so damn hard, man, I can't even find the day

On my free time, I just take the Grand Ave down to PCH

Man, this came from a million pieces

The mindset that I beat the streets with

Military tactics, yeah, it's that strategic

You fake woke, but I'm still dreamin'

I put my heart in this shit, my nigga, and made it look easy

I do the mink for the certain seasons

I go hard for a certain reason, I gotta keep eatin'

Man, this so special

Ain't been a Larry this big, since the Boston Celtics

I done put my life together from— (A million)

A million (A million), a million, uh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

A million pieces

Get You Back lyrics - Big Sean & Cash Cobain

Yeah

Whoa, whoa

Damn

Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass

Hair

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like that

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like what?

I had to get your ass back, bitch

Bitch

Fuckin' up your spot, only I know that you got

Whoa, whoa

Till it pop

Yeah

Forgot you was mad

Forgot you was mad

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like that

I had to get your ass back, bitch

Bitch

I fuck you out of your clothes

Clothes

I fuck you out of a bad day

Yeah

She throwin' ass for a nigga like I done went pro and it's motherfuckin' draft day

I'm in a whole other league with the pussy, I'm sluttin' and fuckin' her down

Down

She shakin', I buckle her down

Down

When we fuck, we ain't fuckin' around

Wait

So much respect on my name, it's whole different thing when you touchin' the town

Sean

Ain't nobody touchin' you now

For real

It's the owner that's shuttin' us down

Look, I know how to make that pussy talk

I know how outline it in chalk

Late for work and it's all my fault

Fuck your job, baby, I'm your new boss

Rip it off, now you need a new bra

Take the edge off like a Newport

I can lay you down to some R&B or I can fuck you in the car to Too $hort

Bitch

She say you give the best hugs, 'cause you too friendly

Too friendly

And if you touch another bitch, then that's too many

Hold up, what? What?

Actin' like my fuckin lawyer, she get too defensive

Too defensive

Bringin' up old cases, tryna argue in it

What the fuck?

Ain't finna fight with you, even though I keep it too player

Whoa

Talkin' all crazy, but fuck it, I know what to do later

Yeah

Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass

Hair

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like that

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like what?

I had to get your ass back, bitch

Bitch

Fuckin' up your spot, only I know that you got

Spot, yeah, got it

Till it pop

Till it what?

Forgot you was mad

Forgot you was mad

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like that

I had to get your ass back, bitch

I see you chargin' for everything, baby, I know that your back got a battery

Charge

I know you get what you give and I give you everything, come give it back to me

Whoa

I know it cost to be the boss, bitch, and you got a faculty

And every one of them on salary

And I know that we don't talk as much and that's really sad to me

I know you livin' on go but it feel like time stops when you mad at me

Go

But we gotta get to it gradually

Go

We gotta find us some work and life balance and come with a strategy

For real

And that goes for anything worth havin' and you worth havin' me

I swear, when we get together, you feel like the other half of me

And that's why I'm pressin' you back to back to back to back like we in a factory

Twin prezzies and they factory-ed, baby girl, you know I'm a empath

I can feel your vibe telepathically, I already know before you askin' me

Off of that wine, I'm fuckin' with Slizzy, they lovin' him like the new Biggie

Swerve

He said he can tell you the one, how I pick up the phone when I'm busy

Swerve

Is it ironic that ever since I hit all you been doin' is missin' me?

Why?

Got you daydreamin' 'bout how you kissin' me

Got you wet dreamin' how I'm

Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass

Hair, yeah, yeah

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like that

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like what?

I had to get your ass back, bitch

Bitch

Fuckin' up your spot, only I know that you got

Yeah, got it

Till it pop

Till it what?

Forgot you was mad

Forgot you was mad

I had to get you back for actin' like that

Like that

I had to get your ass back, bitch

Bitch

You too hot to be actin' cool

Once you come to my spot, ready or not, I'm tryna do what it do

I know you take your time, I change your mind, that liquor got you feelin' loose

I'm really feelin' your vibe, so what is the vibe? Like is you my bae or my boo?

I really think that you mine, I'm bangin' your line, beggin' you just to come through and

I will not pay with your mind, or play with your time, I swear I won't pay about you

Like, I'm tryna show you why I don't lose

Like, uh-huh

Certified lyrics - Big Sean & NASAAN

Yeah, yeah, I do it

I do it, I do it, I do it, I do it, I do it, I do it, aye

I look like some shit you ain't never seen, whoa

Shit you ain't never seen, ho

Ten times better in person than on screen, whoa

Ten times, ten times

Bitch, how you in yo' feelings and then say, "It's okay"?

How you want the real and still be acting that fake?

I'm on that time tonight, I can't be yours tonight

Must ain't heard me right, ho must ain't heard I'm certified

Certified, certified, certified, certified, certified, certified, certified

Fuck all that underdog shit, I'm the big dog, I don't give a fuck how it's comin' off

Know I said that I don't fuck with you, I shoulda said that I don't fuck with none of y'all

Ten steps ahead, if they try to stab me in the back, already cut ya off

Try to walk off on me, bitch, I'm running off

Push me to the edge, I'm used to jumping off

Five second rule, when I drop, better pick up what I do, ya heard me?

I can't be there when you want me to, tell the truth, gotta catch me when I'm still in the mood, ya heard me?

What's a threat to a triple threat? Got the money, power, and I get respect

Already get the cred, I already bit the bread, they throwing Himalayan, I'm a seasoned vet

40 pointers on my fucking neck, come at me, it's a .40 at ya head

If I'm in the game, I'm dropping 40 pointers like I paid the ref

I'm 40 million, and it's only net

Face on the poster, I'm a wanted man, showing titties at the show, they only fans

When I walk in the room, she like, "Oh, it's him"

I can't even blame her, I'm certified

Certified, certified, certified, certified, certified, certified

Certified (Bitch, I)

Certified (Told you)

Certified (They can't)

Certified (Fuck with)

Certified (What?)

Certified (They can't)

Certified (Fuck with)

Certified (None of us)

Certified

I know nigga that'll be verified and certified

Verified and certified

Verified and

Certified (Certified)

Verified, set the bar, watch a lil' nigga burglarize

Watch you clean up your name and throw dirt on it

Bitch, I came from the dirt, I'm just fertilized

Had to buy a new cross 'fore I spoke to God

Bussdown, beat up the face till it's purple eye

Out here working my moo like a shirt and tie

I got folks moving 'round like they motorized

Don't be giving a fuck 'bout them other guys

Don't be giving a fuck my identity

Now the demon, you broke and embarrassing

Nothing like you, it's no similarities

One-of-one rarity, bitch, stop comparing me, play with my sanity, come with severities

Need every dollar I'm owed like I'm Cherokee, hit the strip club, turn that bitch to a charity

Got what I earned in my hand and the world in my hand, juggle both, nigga, peep the dexterity

Move with intention 'cause all this shit clear to me, I will be dead on the ten, nigga bury me

Moment of clarity, you had your moment, shit was momentarily

I got a tribe of hoes, and they all sharing me, nigga all talk, nigga therapy, I'm the real deal, not the parody

Pussy, I'm certified

Certified, certified, certified (Pussy, I'm)

Certified, certified, certified

Certified (Bitch, I)

Certified (Told you)

Certified (They can't)

Certified (Fuck with)

Certified (What?)

Certified (They can't)

Certified (Fuck with)

Certified (None of us)

Certified

I look like some shit you ain't never seen, whoa

Shit you ain't never seen, ho

Ten times better in person than on screen, whoa

Ten times, ten times

Bitch, how you in yo' feelings and then say, "It's okay"?

How you want the real and still be acting that fake?

I'm on that time tonight, I can't be yours tonight

Must ain't heard me right, ho must ain't heard I'm certified

What? What? What?

Certified, certified, certified, certified

Certified, certified, certified, certified

Focus (skit) lyrics - Big Sean

Yeah, uh, you know what? Gimme one second, I need to step in here for a second and make a call real quick

Come on, Sean, pick up, pick up, pick up

Yeah, what up, bro?

Yo, my nigga

Yeah?

Aye, I need you, I need, I know what you thinking

I know, bro

Listen, listen, listen, I got two bad ones

Wait, where the fuck you at?

I'm at this party, bro, I'm in the bathroom right now

I had to step away from the hoes, I told 'em he was on the way, they's like, "Where's Sean at?"

I said, "Listen, let me go check, I'll see where Sean at"

Bro, I can't, ain't got a ton of time

Listen, Tia's here, she look like '04 Pinky, Sean

Oh shit

The real thing, like when she was thick and thin

Oh shit

Little and, like, plump, but like, not, you know what I'm sayin'?

Ah, well that's how I like that, but nah, bro, I got, I got

Nigga, I'm telling you, I'm telling you

I got to lock in, bro

Wait, how 'bout I send you the address? You ain't lockin' in, come on, man, 'bout to send you the address, but don't do me like this now, I need you to do it

Nah, man, I'm tryna

And you know what I'm saying? Like, you gon' unlock the hoes for us

Bro, bro, bro, I'm tryna focus on somethin', bro, I got

Wow, you tryna focus

Too much on my plate, bro

Aw, for real, last week you was Magic Johnson, but now you gotta focus, huh, okay

Aw, come on, now, all right, bitch, oh, all right

Bro, I got a lock in, bro, for real, my bad

Sean, Sean, listen to me, listen to me, it ain't even taking one for the team, nigga, you can take the team! All I want is the bench players

Nah, bro, what I'm saying is, bro, I'm tryna change my whole shit up, bro, I'm tryna lock in and take it to a whole 'nother level though, so I gotta

I respect that, bro, no, no, I do respect that, check this out though

Alright?

Plan B, send me a video, send me a video sayin', listen, send me a video sayin'

Bro, I'm on a mic, bro, I'm on a mic, bro, I gotta hit you back, bro

"Start the fuckin' early, I'm on the way, just start fuckin' CP"

Bro, bro, come on, bro

And they'll let, no, listen, this, listen, it-it's an instructional video, this ain't nothing, this is just like a skit, you send me a skit

Bro, alright, bro, peace

Sean? Fuck

He said he on the way, he said, he said we could just start, y-, uh

Boundaries lyrics - Big Sean

Uh, yeah

Uh, yeah

Uh

Nobody said it was gon' be easy

I look up

I gotta start settin' boundaries

'Cause everybody want a part of me, now I'm a piece of me

Been dealin' with the part of me that people hardly see

I gotta fall back and just get organized

Soak off in the sun rays and get fortified

I gotta start back wakin' up early mornin' time

I gotta feed my soul, 'cause it's cryin' out

I gotta execute, no more tryin' now

I could tell you I'm doin' well, but it's dryin' out

I gotta pour back into the things that make me smile

I see the world on fire when I step out the house

I gotta pay attention to everythin' I'm puttin' out

No more setbacks, it's time for the get-backs

Killed my old habits dead, somehow they crept back

Made it from the underground, they wishin' I'd trip back

Wan' bury me alive, but I thrive in the pitch-black

My favorite question I used to ask is "God, why me?"

But God don't give what you want, God give you what you need

You don't regret havin' a child, but havin' it with him?

Until you have miscarriages and realize giving birth's the most magical thing

And we don't choose them, they choose us as worthy beings

Understand your word's like a double-edge sword

So when you cut things off (Off)

A little bit of blood on that blade just might be yours

Remember, time ain't runnin' out, life just runnin' its course

And life ain't life if it's feelin' forced

That's why I gotta start settin' boundaries

'Cause everybody want a part of me, now I'm a piece of me

Been dealin' with the part of me that people hardly see

I gotta fall back and just get organized

Soak off in the sun rays and get fortified

I gotta start back wakin' up early mornin' time

I gotta feed my soul, 'cause it's cryin' out

I gotta execute, no more tryin' now

Precision lyrics - Big Sean

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Finger on the trigger like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Hittin' her spot like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

I gotta get it, man, shoutout I hit it, I'm fully committed like, aye

I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision, like, aye

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Finger on the trigger like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

Grandma was in the A, Auntie was in the A, Momma had Triple-A

I wasn't scared to crash anyone in the way

I'm riding shotty while bro had a shotty, like we in the getaway

I gotta penetrate, I gotta generate

I gave like twenty-somethin' years to my hood, now I gotta go live a way

I'm out of town but I'm not on a getaway

I spend a giveaway

Fuck you mean? I'm the generous king for real

I fuck her to sleep then I light up the street, got her screaming like Billie Jean for real

I'm from the M, I got M's in my bank and M's in all my streams for real

Feeling like Phil, they be living like Carlton if I leave 'em in the will

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Finger on the trigger like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Hittin' her spot like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

I gotta get it, man, shoutout I hit it, I'm fully committed like, aye

I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision, like, aye

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Finger on the trigger like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

Baby, I'm loving the taste

I think I'm ready for kids

She said, well then, stop tryna cum in her face

Hm, that makes sense

I'm going up past L.A. rent

I'm going off, no failsafe switch

Yeah, me and my team go back like plastic cup boys on some tailgate shit

Okay, ho, look

All eyes on me, ho, I feel like I'm Truman

Know we finna win it 'cause I'm 'bout to lose it

I don't give a fuck what computers is 'puting

I go off of feel, no hesi', just shoot it

I'd die for my team, I'm the coach, I'm recruiting

I'm spending my time and I'm saving the day, ho, I feel like a mutant

I'm built like a student, I'm feeling bilingual 'cause I'm in Nigeria

Rocking a Cuban, smoking on Cubans

My life is a highlight reel that keep on looping

You can't just tell me shit, ho, you gotta prove it

These niggas stealing, they first name is Lupin

I'm hitting hard than a bitch, hayouken

They sending shots but somehow I just juke it

Hitting my dance muhfucka, I'm B-I-G, you know I can't forget that I do it

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Finger on the trigger like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Hittin' her spot like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

I gotta get it, man, shoutout I hit it, I'm fully committed like, aye

I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision, like, aye

Shooting my shot like, pew-pew, aye

Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, aye

Finger on the trigger like

Pew-pew-pew-pew, aye, aye, aye, aye

My Life / Happiness (skit) lyrics - Big Sean & Ellie Goulding

Aye, aye

I been overdue for a long vacation

Tryna listen what my heart's been saying

But it gets lost in a lot of translation

I get lost in a lot of temptation

I space out in mid-conversation

Gotta pay attention to decisions I been making

It's ulterior motives in every situation

And a lot of fake hoes that lead to real complications

Off the drink on occasion, pop it on occasion

Only thing that every day's a special occasion

Focused, I been leading on my operations

Moving like a doctor, God blessed me with the patience

But if you think you know me, just know that you don't know me

'Cause if you knew the old me, just know that ain't the same

If I called you lame, know, bitch, you still lame

Really I don't even care, that show how far a nigga came

Aye, lifestyle, baby

I been living my life, my life, my life, my life

Only if it feel right

Only if it feel right

Aye, aye

I been living my life, my life, my life, my life

Only if it feel right

Had to boss, aye

Had to boss up the physique, man, they was on my ass

Had to get up on my feet

Playing games with me, now we on a winning streak

They was playing games with me, and now we on a winning-

Bitch, aye

Lifestyle, baby

I been living my life, my life, my life, my life

Only if it feel right

On some till I-

On some till I die shit (Aye)

On some till I die (Aye, yeah)

B.I.G, but they forever tryna troll me

I used to let the things I can't control, control me

Things I could let go of used to have a hold on me

Fuck I look like tellin' someone what they supposed to think?

Or how they supposed to feel, or who they supposed to be?

Or tryna convince someone they should think the most of me?

Ain't no point in being frustrated

Used to trust what they said, but the trust faded

But if you think you know me, just know that you don't know me

But if you knew the old me, just know that ain't the same

To everyone who hurt me, know I made it through the pain

All you did was remind me how far a nigga came

Aye, aye lifestyle, baby

I been living my life, my life, my life, my life

Only if it feel right

Only if it feel right

Aye, aye

I been living my life, my life, my life, my life

Only if it feel right

Had to boss, aye

Had to boss up the physique, man, they was on my ass

Had to get up on my feet

Playing games with me, now we on a winning streak

They was playing games with me, and now we on a winning-

Bitch, aye

Lifestyle, baby

I been living my life, my life, my life, my life

Only if it feel right

On some till I-

On some till I die shit (Aye)

On some till I die (Aye, yeah)

Together Forever lyrics - Big Sean & The Alchemist

Yeah, I had to

I had to shake the little shit off, ya know?

You shouldn't wait for the world to come to you

You gotta go get this shit, baby

Sun shinin', breeze and shit

Take it all in, 'cause one day it could all—

Precious Lord, please take my hand

Yeah, yeah, how does it get any better than this? (Better than this)

Damn (Ooh, ooh-ah-ah)

Woke up to a P-Y-T tellin' me "Get up"

Through all of the pressure, I'm keepin' my chest up

2Pac, keep your head up, they aim for the neck up

Plottin', but fuck it, I'm set to go set up

The bitches that settin' me up for the set up

Pushin' a V and it's not for vendetta

I'm hungry as ever, but somehow, I'm fed up

A smooth operator, I could connect ya (Brr)

I only love a few, I gotta protect ya

I got a talent for turnin' whatever life throw at me into a blessing (A blessing)

I love your company, but I rather be my myself than to fake a connection (Woah, woah)

I'm too accountable, yeah, savings and checkings

My bitches too bad, it be too bad to break up

Your face is all caked up, my girl is more natural

My mind is the only thing I had to make up

I pick up my dog in a G (G)

We had to change up the weather (Swerve)

"My baby, you hit you a lick?"

I said "Nah, we stuntin' together"

Ayy, stuntin' to— (Flrr)

Fuck it, we stuntin' together (Yeah)

How long you want it? Uh, forever, duh (We gettin' rich together)

Stuntin' (Flrr)

Fuck it, we stuntin' together (Ayy)

Fuck it, we stuntin' together (Ayy)

One, two, shit, maybe a few

Kick down the door and I made me a master key

For all the dogs that's comin' in after me

I'm with The Alchemist, cookin' up alchemy

Started the new school, you boys just my faculty

Runnin' this shit, you can't even keep track of me

Snow bunnies say I'm that nigga, they just speakin' factually

Damn, the caucasity

You can address me, but bitch, ain't no draggin' me, hol' up (Hol' up)

I took the time out for inner peace

Then came back with a bigger piece

I'm takin' what I want, it's not a reach

B-I-G in my city, only bigger one it might've been was Big Meech

Two-hundred million bricks, two-hundred million records

He the only one that could compete

Either way, though, the fam' gotta eat

They wanna talk business, but what can you bring to it?

You know I don't propose a plan unless it has a ring to it

Never stuck, just stickin' to the script, readin' through it

This is half man, half God-given

Insufficient funds, half my life 'til the other half caught up with it

If the gang ain't goin' half with me, then it's bad business

See, we stuntin' to—

Fuck it, we stuntin' together (Flrr)

How long you want it? Uh, forever, duh (We gettin' rich together)

Stuntin' (Ooh)

Fuck it, we stuntin' together (Ooh)

Fuck it, we stuntin' together

Fuck it, we, ayy

Yeah

EP: What You Expect (2021) - (with Hit-Boy)

 

• Chaos
• Into It
• The One
• Loyal To A Fault
• Offense
• What A Life

Chaos lyrics - Big Sean & Hit-Boy

(Hit-Boy)

Yeah (Woah, woah)

Make you a million and make you a hunnid' more

Boy, for real, boy

Starin' at fate

I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away (Way)

She want me now but I'm makin' her wait (Wait)

I'm at the table, a thousand a plate

How you gon' tell me this isn't a date?

I'm down the street from the Denzel estate (Swerve)

Right 'round the corner from Babyface

Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean the Babyface

I don't give a fuck about playin' it safe

Surveillance the way that they runnin' my tapes

Got hoes in a craze like the old B2K (Oh)

Chaos whenever I touch down, no brakes (Yeah)

Me and HB, it's an instant slap

An instant plaque, a system crash

I pitched it black and risked the max

And anything less, I can't live with that (Yeah)

Hunger for more and I still got the cravin'

What you know 'bout when the walls get to cavin'? (Huh?)

What you know 'bout stayin' silent and patient

And workin' out kinks before kinks work their way in?

Don't even believe what you say when you say it

More focused on makin' it than makin' statements (Statements)

Everybody 'round me elevated, yeah, I'm guessin' the vibe is contagious (Let's go)

Starin' at fate

I'm in the lead and I'm breakin' away (Way)

If you not workin', you takin' up space

I'm at the table, a thousand a plate

How you gon' tell me this isn't a date? (Swerve)

I'm down the street from the Denzel estate (Swerve)

Right 'round the corner from Babyface

Not my dawg Babyface Ray, I mean- (I mean-, swerve)

Hol' up, take this shit where I wanna go (Shit where I wanna go)

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more (Hunnid, I pray)

They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most (For real)

Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO (Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO)

I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me (Sleep)

In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent (I see it)

Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us (No way)

I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it, bitch (Bitch)

I'm one of one, ho, it ain't no re-rockin' (Hey)

I said what I said and I'm standin' on top of it (Hey)

Gas up my bitch just to boost her confidence

She throwin' fits at me just like my closet (Rich)

I never got rich countin' someone else pockets (On God)

Addicted to C-notes, I went up an octave

Strategically movin', to win, only option

Bitch, I ain't forcin' it, holiday season, I'm covered in ornaments

This ain't a tour, this a tournament (Woah)

If I was stuck in a room with your shit on repeat

Then that shit would be torturous

Straight from the source of it, if I don't got it, I'm sourcin' it (Mm)

Whatever it takes to have more of it (Yeah)

It's mine 'til I'm bored with it, bitch (Bitch)

Take this shit where I wanna go (Straight up)

Make you a million and make you a hunnid more (Brrr)

They prayin' I stop 'cause that's what they need the most (I know)

Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO (Big Cuban link 'round my neck, gold C-3PO)

I fell asleep at the top while they sleepin' on me (God)

In the mirror where I see my only friend and opponent (For real)

Can't run up on us, it's too much confetti on us (Confetti)

I know money ain't everything, fuck it, we still want it (Woo)

Yeah, fuck you expect, bitch? (Still want it)

What up though, Hit? (Still want it)

Ayy, tell 'em quit playin' with my fuckin' name too, for real

I had to one up that score, you know?

That Don Life shit

Carry on, yeah, for real

Into It lyrics - Big Sean & Hit-Boy

Absolutely (Absolutely)

Type of shit, nigga hit you up

Nigga see what you doin'

Got the nerve to ask me, "What you been up to?" (What?)

Man, you know what I've been up to (Bitch)

What you expect?

Forever and ever, homie, forever and ever

Skin glowin', straight up

(Trapadix, Trapadix, Hit-Boy)

She want me alone

She wanna get intimate, intimate (Intimate)

I run through the plays like it's Broadway

Except this scene got not end to it (Run it)

I run through the plays just like an instrument

Swear, I get way too into it (Run it)

I'm not done with this shit 'til it's done, lil' bitch

And that's just the sentiment (Yeah)

Into it, into it, I'm gettin' way too into it (Into it, into it)

Into it, into it, niggas be askin' for more than they give to it

Hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up)

Old flame and she want rekindlin'

I almost answered the call until I remembered why I had ended it

Five-second rule (Five)

That's how much time every decision get (Ooh)

My crib got a gym in it, built like Olympian

Runnin' Mulholland and Michigan (Runnin')

I love that pussy, almost as much as my businesses (For real)

And hearin' my niggas is innocent (For real)

And makin' sure they life story full of all commas, nigga, period (Period)

Success, I dap up the ref

I still got no tats but she inked my name on her flesh (Yeah)

What you expect?

The realest that she ever met (Ever)

Digital signatures, I just signed a multi-right over text (M's)

The difference between, I'm live in the now, you claimin' you next

You just some lil' shit that's under the carpet I already swept

Clearly, I'm an example of when all of the dots connect

Look at my roster (Look)

Nigga, I'm critical with the selects

At dinner, I'm eatin' baguettes, neck full of baguettes

I ain't miss a bitch, I ain't skip a step (Yeah, yeah)

It's all in the genes (Yeah), you ain't gotta guess (Yeah)

The team is in unison, everything mesh

We ball like the Mets, phew

And I'm gettin' into it, into it (Into it, into it, into it)

She confess that she love me, I know that it's genuine (Whoa, I know)

Headlight, headshot, leave your vest out (Grrr)

When I step up, step down, foot on necks, can't leave no steps out (I can't)

Fuck that Scat Pack, my bitch bring SRTs and Hellcats out (Swerve)

They was waitin' for my fall off, but they all fell back now

Shit is tremendous, come to your senses

Pay what you owe, I'm out of extensions

I can see through all the hidden agendas (Woo)

Multiple colors inside of the pendant (Woo)

That shit done cost me like two or three Benzes (Woah)

I gave your album like two or three listens (Woah)

Honestly, that shit a way better frisbee (Woah)

Came through the exit and still made an entrance (Yeah)

And I'm gettin' into it, into it (Into it, into it)

She want me alone

She wanna get intimate, intimate (Want me alone)

I'ma run through the plays like it's Broadway

Except the scene got not end to it (Run it)

I run through the plays just like an instrument

Swear, I get way too into it (Run it)

I'm gettin' into it, I had to commit to it (Yeah)

Don't take me out the game if I'm injured and I'm hurt (Hurt)

Just know I'ma limp through it, and I'll just get through it

I'ma win through it (Through it)

Political how the industry is

If you don't have connections, yeah, you might get a shot

But that's like pullin' up half-court to shoot while the rim movin' (Hol' up)

But I sink it anyway, why? 'Cause I been provin' (Damn)

You can tell who chosen and who do it for influence

The baddest, done been fluent

And I know their vibes and energy is a language all on its own, and I been fluent

If I hold a conversation with you for longer than five minutes

Guaranteed, I'm droppin' wisdom and gems through it (Gems)

Success ain't success if you can't put your friends to it (No)

Everything has flaws if you put the right lens to it (Uh-huh)

People who go through the worst and ain't learn shit

What's the point even bein' through it? (Yeah)

And it's no ends to it

Even when they drop the casket, and I'm into it, it's still no end to it

The One lyrics - Big Sean & Hit-Boy

I know that you're somebody else's guy (I know)

But these feelings that I have for you I can't deny (Woah, woah, yup)

She doesn't treat you the way you want her to (It's easy, as you make it)

So come on stop running (Look)

Architect the way I take it to extreme measures

Sometimes you gotta break your life down to build it better

The game softened up a lot, it's time to add some pressure

A lot of peers, we ain't spoke in years

Yeah, you could go pretend like I ain't here but that just shows me how much y'all threatened

Y'all new music? Don't ask me how I feel about it

Don't got problems bein' real, I got real problems

Old school, top down, slidin' to Phil Collins (Swerve)

And, God, my Phil Jackson

And somehow He blessed me with Uncle Phil wallet (Frrrt)

But my other Uncle Sam in my pockets, it's like I'm philanthropic (Damn)

I'm blessed though, he only takin' it because I got it (Don)

Look, if I peel out, I squeeze

I hype and go beast, you boys is hypebeasts (Beasts)

You boys light, I move at lightspeed

So rooted, hurricanes to me's are like breeze

Watch me, fuck TV but the way I channel shit (The way I channel)

Yeah, more like a conduit

Plus it's goin' gold if I ever put palms to it (Yeah)

And I did my whole career in napalm fluid (Yeah)

See we the ones that blowed up, y'all niggas blew it (You blew it)

Bet on me to never fail, it never fails, that's how we do it (Do it)

You don't have the right to hate on me

Unless you took your momma out of hell then in the Hills then move her to it (To it)

And the way I dealt with love, it's like I get consumed

By girls who never satisfied with everything I'm doin' (Damn)

It's like once I give 'em space, they gon' want the moon

Shit, I'm already a star, what more can I do? (Do)

The world picked me, must have good taste and be picky

I'm that nigga for real, I don't know what it's like for girls to not want me

Only know what it's like when they miss me

You either believe it or not, it's not Ripley's (No way)

Late night studio sessions, our stomachs would touch backs

No matter how far, a handy click and we touch back

It's been lookin' up our whole lives, we'll never have hunched backs

Leavin' everybody where they have me fucked up at

Mountain top views where the inspirations spews (Spews)

Sometimes when you lose, that's when innovation cues (Cues)

Everybody favorites, just imitation you's (Woah)

Talkin' in the mirror more than occasional (Yeah)

'Cause that's the only who gon' relate to you

'Cause you the one

For real

Loyal To A Fault lyrics - Big Sean & Hit-Boy (feat. Bryson Tiller & Lil Durk)

When you found somebody new, that's when you able to fix it

I can't get with no hoe or no fake bitch

I failed every time they tested my patience

Once I'm done, I'm done

Damn, damn, damn, damn (G. Ry got me)

Hit-Boy

If I can't cut you out, I'll cut you off (Cut it)

Bein' honest to you only left me scarred (Wow)

I'm done apologizin' for some shit that's not my fault

Really, realized I need your all or none at all

Nothin' hurts forever, that's just how the game goes (Goes)

Can't be out here lookin' stupid, lovin' lame hoes (Stupid)

I know how to stay in shit way too long (Long)

And let it throw me off (Off), loyal to a fault (Woah)

Loyal, loyal to a fault (For real)

Just like all the dawgs (Yeah), loyal to a fault (Woah, woah)

Even if it's my fault (Woah-woah)

For real (Brr)

Hate when what I wanted ain't the same as what I needed to do (Needed to do)

All the good ones I passed on, I was leavin' for you (Leavin' for you)

Found someone who gave me the support I needed from you (All I needed)

Back on the bullshit, full blast (Blast)

Feels like you owe me your heart and soul plus tax (Plus tax)

You ask me to delete all the nudes that you sent me, don't worry, they all in the trash (Sike)

I want you back 'til I realize what you give me and what I'm worth really don't match

Slimey (Slimey), that's how you did me (That's how you did me)

You care, I care for you way more, I'm lookin' silly

You did it again, painted me out as the villain again

I can't go back in that cycle and spin (Brr)

Wastin' my time if I gotta pretend

And I can't afford to waste that shit again, no

If I can't cut you out, I'll cut you off (Cut it, cut it)

Bein' honest to you only left me scarred (Scarred)

I'm done apologizin' for some shit that's not my fault

Really, realized I need your all or none at all

I know she a cheater, so I don't really need her

I fuck her and treat her, she give me a fever

She classy and ratchet, she really bipolar

She think that she playin' me, this bitch is a tweaker

Me, I'm different, she can go cheat, I ain't trippin'

I don't do coke, I'm sippin', ain't no ass I'm kissin'

No one loyal, look how Future did Pippen

Stayin' or leavin', faithful or cheatin'

Your friends be drinkin' and tellin' they secrets

Buy-buy-buyin' her watches, bitch, just stop it

You better go tell them lil' niggas you freaky, I'm Shmurk

Bitch, I ain't wifin' no eater

I got India, she is a diva, no cap

Bro, my bitch, she a keeper

Name one industry nigga that hit her, huh?

We not runnin' on Twitter

Hop in her DM, I'm smackin' a nigga, uh

Every girl know I'm faithful

Every girl know I'm loyal

Every girl know I'm loyal

If I can't cut you out, I'll cut you off (Cut it)

Bein' honest to you only left me scarred (Wow)

Done apologizin' for some shit that's not my fault

Really, realized I need your all or none at all

Nothin' hurts forever, that's just how the game goes (Goes)

Can't be out here lookin' stupid, lovin' lame hoes (Stupid)

Mm, I know how to stay in shit way too long (Long)

And let it throw me off (Off), loyal to a fault (Fault)

Loyal, loyal to a fault (For real)

Just like all the dawgs (Yeah), loyal to a fault (Woah, woah)

Even if it's my- (Yeah)

Ooh, damn, makin' me choose again

Every night, we go through it again

This paradise lookin' like Mars again

How you try to walk in the shoes that I'm in? (You can't)

I know what you're doin' again

That's hangin' out with ol' dude again

Then breakin' all me and your rules again (Breakin' our rules again, yeah)

Yeah, but I guess that's how the game go

Can't be out here lookin' stupid lovin' lame hoes (Nah)

I can't have you on my wrist, I can't have you on my name, no (On my name, oh name)

You got a lot to gain, don't you put 'em out again (What do I gain?)

I done lost just 'bout everything

Can't turn my mind, steady with change

Have fun, better remember you said I can't

Hell if I can't, talk my shit, and I tell 'em it ain't my loss (Loss, loss, loss, loss)

Wait 'til you see their face when I tell 'em it ain't my fault

Offense lyrics - Big Sean & Hit-Boy (feat. Babyface Ray & 42 Dugg)

Yeah, motherfuckin' Sean Don in this bitch with 'Face

(Trapadix, Trapadix, Hit-Boy)

I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (Shits)

Came off the bench, now I start shit (Mm-hmm)

Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (Swerve)

I can't jeopardize my life, goin' hard on a bitch (Uh-huh)

If I ain't puttin' up no points, ain't no point to this shit (No point, no)

I'm really steppin' over shit that used to make me trip (I ain't trippin' over none of y'all lil' pussies)

OG on the beat (Beat), OG Jordan 3's (Woah)

When you the Don, you understand and you oversee it (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, go)

I don't give a fuck about nobody tryna be it (Be it)

I already been it (Ooh)

This shit get offensive (Ooh)

Bought the new X today, it's already tinted

Flyin' home to my bitch, I fucked the flight attendant (Ooh) with no strings

'Cause I still got new problems with old things (Mm-hmm, you done fucked up, son)

Bitch, you are not me

It took a lot to get what I got, this is not free (This is not free)

Wait for the drop, fuck her on pop, like niggas is not street (Swerve)

I'm goin' Mach 3 (Swerve) goin' Mach 4, key to locked doors (Swerve)

Bro got a play, I got a play, we swap those

Broadie got a bitch, I got a bitch, we swap hoes (You trippin')

I trust everyone around me, ain't no locked doors (Mm-hmm)

Long sleeve in the city for the potholes

G.O.A.T. conversations, you are not in those

View from the top, all you niggas missed your windows, lil' bitch

I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (Shits)

Came off the bench, now I start shit (Mm-hmm)

Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (Swerve)

I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch (Uh-huh)

I'm on all tens (All tens)

Locked in, pop tens and I got stripes like top tens (Yeah)

Green light special, she on go when she hop in (Come on)

Change my name to Simon, hoes do whatever I'm sayin' (Whatever)

Yeah, go hard on a bitch

OG Jordan 1's, Chrome Heart on the tips

Why the fuck they caught a wave? We started this shit (Facts)

Wake up doin' dope, vote for what? They all on my wrist

I'm all in the club, feet all on the couch (Like Rick James)

Plug sayin' that it's up, I'm runnin' my route (I'm comin')

Recruitin' like Kentucky, do one and I'm out

A junkie like my auntie, keep somethin' in my pocket

New C's a saint, but I'm not one (Yeah)

They usually toss it, if you buy one (Two)

Waves for the gang, I'm gettin' Sean one

Pose a threat to us, just like Roddy, you might die young, nigga

I'm-, I'm-, I'm on offense, I'm off the shits (Shits)

Came off the bench, now I start shit (Mm-hmm)

Drivin' like I used to valet park shit (Swerve)

I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch (Uh-huh)

I can't jeopardize my pape', hit all of these bricks

Hunnid thousand to the bank, get all you can get (Nah, for real)

'42 to the face, fuck pourin' a fifth

Heard he slid, we got his play, we scorin' again (Bah, bah, bah)

Okay, I fuck her an hour later, she borin' again

I'm tourin' for twin (Ooh)

Not Tez the mirror, ayy, go foreign again (Yeah)

Give 'em some to stare at (Skrr)

Can't even compare us (No), them niggas ain't near us

Five thousand for head, bitch, been tryna get married

I ain't even taking 'em serious, after I fuck, bitch, leave

Three hunnid thousand in weed, another two hundred in lean

Reason I probably been sleep, Johnny just gave me some teeth

Daddy keep tellin' me smile, momma been holdin' me down

I wish she gave me time, fuck it, we finally can laugh (Yeah)

Young been tryin' to conside (Hey), money been tryna get by

Foes we tryna get back, free my niggas doin' that

I-I-I, I can't jeopardize my life, go hard on a bitch

I-I-I, I can't jeopardize my pape', hit all of these bricks

For real, yeah, I'm who they look up to

When the bad bitches wanna hook up, I know why they wanna hook up too

To the max what I took it to

What A Life lyrics - Big Sean & Hit-Boy

Uh, uh, sick shit, straight up, fuckin' for real?

(Hit-Boy)

Only get one life, swear I almost died twice (Woo)

I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (Life)

Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice (Bitch)

And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'

I ain't married yet, so it's Rocky on my right hand (Woah)

And I'm on stage, by myself, ain't with the hype man

Go ahead then, tell me what your price is

Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga, you can't swipe this

Lost my appetite the way you bitches be bitin'

I'm off no sleep, day shift, plus the night shift

Ho, quit askin' when I'm free, I'm always priceless

I ain't really rockin' with you, I ain't on that Mike shit

Rock with you, man, fuck, I'm goin' right in

I ain't waitin' around, fuck all that, I'm goin' right in (Right)

I ain't really rockin' with the typa shit you typin'

That little shit you flexin', ain't nothin' when you got it

If you can fit it in yo pocket, just stop it

If I lift it to my ear, just know that's really some light shit (Light)

That's just how I'm rockin', I can't wait, I'm goin' right in

Jumpin' out the hoof, I can't wait on you, I'm ridin'

Only get one life, swear I almost died twice

I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (Life)

Feel like God went and blessed me with the trick dice

And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'

I ain't married yet, so it's Rocky on my right hand

And I'm on stage, by myself, ain't with the hype man

Go ahead then, tell me what your price is

Mine's is a hundred B's, nigga, you can't swipe this (Bitch)

That's the mentality, stack the fatalities, pick em off gradually

For real it's fans that got a tat' of me

My brother Jalen Rose got an academy

This shit is not a game, nigga

Fuck you mean? I'm at the point where a nigga finally famous, give a fuck about no fame (Fame)

Ask me where my LLC is, it's on my chain

If I die today, just know I live up to my-

Man, niggas call me "Big", like the shit really my name

You know how I'm comin', I ain't even gotta explain

In the best shape of my life, she at the crib, she gettin' trained

Goin'-goin' 'gainst me is worse than goin' 'gainst the grain

At the frontline, give a fuck about no pain

Now for real I can fill a gallery up with my mind frame

You ain't comin' how I came

I ain't waitin' around, bitch I'm goin' right in

Yeah I'm goin' right in, that's just how my life is

Only get one life, swear I almost died twice

I went triple platinum more than three times, what a life, man (Life)

Feel like God went and blessed mes me with the trick dice

And I left her ass on read, even though it was enticin'

I ain't married yet, so it's Rocky on my right hand

And I'm on stage, by myself, ain't with the hype man

Go ahead then, tell me what your price is

Mine's is a hundred, sike, bitch, I'm priceless

I'm at four-field like a titan

And I'm makin' sure all my loose ends tied in

I'm in love with the hustle, so it's never tied-ins

I ain't seen her ass in years, she just let me right in

This shit off the dome, this shit off the dome, I'm goin' right in

I ain't even write it, but this shit been already written