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
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