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 f*ckin' 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
Big Sean - Better Me Than You Album Lyrics
Big Sean - Better Me Than You Lyrics
(Featuring Bryson Tiller, Cash Cobain, Charlie Wilson, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Gunna, Ellie Goulding, Eryn Allen Kane, Kodak Black, Larry June, Syd, Teyana Taylor, Thundercat)
Writer: Sean Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Iconic
Uh
Yeah
Yeah (Hitboy)
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
The time they gon' free up, the contract get re-d up
Yo business is f*cked, 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
Yeah
Yeah (Hitboy)
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
The time they gon' free up, the contract get re-d up
Yo business is f*cked, 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Nami Beats, Milan Beker, Johnathan Hulett, Jasper Harris, Chauncey Hollis, Benjamin Saint Fort, Bailey Goldberg, Othello Houston, Presley Regier, Roget Chahayed, Tom Levesque, Tyshane Thompson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Typecast
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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
F*ck it, alright by me (F*ck 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
F*ck it
Better me than you, shit, I gotta see it through
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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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
F*ck it, alright by me (F*ck 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
F*ck it
Better me than you, shit, I gotta see it through
Writer: Sean Anderson, Thomas Levesque, Presley Regier, Jasper Lee Harris, Jahmarie Adams, Dylan Teixeira
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Break the Cycle
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
F*ck 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 f*cking 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
F*ck 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
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
F*ck 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 f*cking 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
F*ck 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Charlie Wilson, Leon Thomas, Milan Beker, Peter Lee Johnson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Who You Are (Superstar)
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
F*cking 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
F*ck 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
F*cking 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 f*ck you at the Met Gala, we made a mess at it
Aye, and f*ck 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 f*cking 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
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
F*cking 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
F*ck 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
F*cking 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 f*ck you at the Met Gala, we made a mess at it
Aye, and f*ck 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 f*cking 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Sean Combs, Jason "Poo Bear" Boyd, Jahmarie Adams, Harrison Bouve, Enoch Harris, Christopher Wallace, Carl Thompson, Andre Harris, Abdul Aziz Dieng, Myles Satterfield, Norman Glover, Nyticka Hemingway, Reginald Ellis, Ryan Toby, Stephen Feigenbaum, Terius Gesteelde-Diamant, Tom Kahre, Usher Raymond IV
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Yes
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
Why 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, motherf*cker, 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, motherf*cker, yes" (huh)
Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes
F*ck you mean? My life real GTA
And I need a payment in ETH
Right now the motherf*cker 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' rocket, bitch, I'm 'bout to go take off" (take off)
Bitch, I'ma fly my own PJ, f*ck 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 stuck 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, motherf*cker, 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, motherf*cker, 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 f*ckin' it up like Elvis
No broke talk, G.O.A.T. talk
Money talkin' to me, like I don't need no motherf*ckin' 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
F*ckin' 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
F*ck what you sellin' me
I lay the play down to run this bitch, I think they tellin' me, "No"
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
Why 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, motherf*cker, 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, motherf*cker, yes" (huh)
Yes (huh), yes (huh), yes (huh), yes
F*ck you mean? My life real GTA
And I need a payment in ETH
Right now the motherf*cker 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' rocket, bitch, I'm 'bout to go take off" (take off)
Bitch, I'ma fly my own PJ, f*ck 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 stuck 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, motherf*cker, 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, motherf*cker, 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 f*ckin' it up like Elvis
No broke talk, G.O.A.T. talk
Money talkin' to me, like I don't need no motherf*ckin' 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
F*ckin' 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
F*ck what you sellin' me
I lay the play down to run this bitch, I think they tellin' me, "No"
Writer: Aaron Booe, Emannuel Nickerson, Enoch Rich Harris III, Isaac De Boni, Julian Harris, Michael Mule, Milan Beker, Myles Satterfield, Roget Chahayed, Sean Anderson, Terius Gesteelde-Diamant, Travis Walton, Welborn Morris Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
It Is What It Is
[ Featuring Gunna ]
Yeah
It is
Whoa (whoa, whoa)
And I'm 'bout to get an IV, so
Let me knock this out real quick
(Run it back, Turbo)
Yep (whoa)
B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnn' 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 takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (what?)
I cut they ass off, but f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is
Run that shit back, Turbo (ayy, whoa, yeah)
Let's go, let's go
It's simple, but it ain't easy
Whoa, whoa, I got it figured out, whoa
(Run it back, Turbo)
F*ck all that hatin', that shit a disease and they dyin' off (whoa)
I got a goddess that just hopped up out of the pool and she never dryin' off
Cheffed up the product, I put that bitch right on the shelf and hell yeah, it's flyin' off
F*ck is you talkin' 'bout, stupid? We out of here, baby, yeah, I'm signin' off
Boy, let's go
Whole different breed, you know? My life a whole different degree, you know?
Tryna flip me a B-M-O, no wonder I'm capital P, you know?
Wonder what side of the deal was cold
Me and Tone, and Caprice, you know?
We had to print out the CDs and plant all the seeds
And just roll up our sleeves, you know?
Understand, niggas came straight out the concrete
It wasn't no beach with the breeze, you know? (Straight up)
Mobbin' like 'Pone, capeesh, you know?
'Cause niggas need more than a piece, lil' ho (God)
Took a long way to the top (top)
Y'all too worried 'bout a fast track (swerve)
Face all on the front page, I don't give a f*ck about no backlash
I been backstabbed and laughed at
We gon' see who get the f*ckin' 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, having flashbacks
Like, I really sacrificed it all (what?)
F*ck it, I wanted it that bad, nigga
B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnin' 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 takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (GunWunna)
I cut they ass off, but f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is
F*ck all that shit, let's get back to the business
I ran up them racks independent (Young Gunna Wunna)
Stack them racks next to the fan on the ceiling
I can go blow me a million (go blow me a million)
Jump off the P, I can ball in Detroit like I'm playin' the Pistons (playin' the Piston)
No time to wait, I'ma hit it and skate, hope they payin' attention
They tried turn their back on the realest, it worked, now (?)
Niggas all hype, need some realest
My competition are like all of my children (like all of my children)
You like the type I can f*ck, but can't wife, but it's up when we linkin' (it's up)
Young Gunna on the mic and I took all the ice
Niggas know they can't see me (know they can't see me)
Saint Laurent lens, Wunna light bright, can't nobody dim it (nobody)
Pull up, big body Benz, me and my twin, and it's f*ck all the critics (f*ck all the critics)
Me and my kin, you ain't my type, you like one of the gimmicks (like one of the gimmicks)
Ah, pretty little bitch, stopped at the light, I played with her kitty
B-I-G, B-I-G, what are you sayin'? My baby, this big as it gets (gets)
Runnin' 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 takin' it personal, baby, it's biz (biz)
I cut they ass off, but f*ck it, though, cut me a check, ho, it is what it is (it is)
It is, yeah
It is what it is
It is
F*ck it, it is what it is
Writer: Chandler A. Great, Omar Perrin, Sean Anderson, Sergio Kitchens
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Apologize
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?
F*ck a little percentage, I would've gave your ass the world
Tryna f*ck 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
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?
F*ck a little percentage, I would've gave your ass the world
Tryna f*ck 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Tay James, Peder Losnegard, Parker Mulherin, Marshall Mulherin, Bernard Harvey, Stephen Feigenbaum
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © SINGLES PUBLISHING, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Clarity
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, "F*ck the world"
But what you mean, "F*ck 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
F*ck 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 f*ck is really goin' on
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, "F*ck the world"
But what you mean, "F*ck 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
F*ck 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 f*ck is really goin' on
Writer: Sean Anderson, Theo Coakley
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
On Up
Key Wayne
Ayy, I wanna dedicate this one to my son, Noah Hasani
Daddy love you, boy, yeah
And everybody just workin' through what they workin' through
You know what I'm sayin'? Everybody makin' the best with what they got
Ayy, ayy, look I know some OGs always working but they never paid
Finding their way but shit it got to be a better way
The older that I get I'm feeling 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 as an emanator?
Or is it something that in me and his mama had instilled in him?
And the confidence you lose you could build again
He only nine months barely sitting up he almost fell over
I caught him and told him to (get on up)
I'm only making plays not to pass it on
One day my baby going to have babies and I'm going to be gone
The way time moving, it really won't be long
I pray I'm there for every memory you want me on
I got to 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 done for me
Don't assume it's number three of The Four Agreements
I got to start applying everything that I've been reading
It seemed like the tragedy of losing kids will never calm
I think about Trayvon, Breonna, my neighbor Deshaun
Praying for protection for my family
And that he keep his hands on me to fight through this insanity
I lay down trying to figure out the rest
Close my eyes, picture heaven, and it's where I'm at (get up)
Gotta get on up (oh, no-no-no)
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down
Gotta get on up (oh, get on up)
Gotta get on up now (now, now, now now)
You gotta get on up
You gotta get on up now
(And you can't sit down)
You gotta get on up
(And you can't sit down)
You gotta get on up now
(And you can't sit down)
You gotta get on up now
You gotta get on up now
(Little man)
(D-Dada)
(Dada?)
(G-)
(Huh?)
(Da- dada)
Ayy, I wanna dedicate this one to my son, Noah Hasani
Daddy love you, boy, yeah
And everybody just workin' through what they workin' through
You know what I'm sayin'? Everybody makin' the best with what they got
Ayy, ayy, look I know some OGs always working but they never paid
Finding their way but shit it got to be a better way
The older that I get I'm feeling 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 as an emanator?
Or is it something that in me and his mama had instilled in him?
And the confidence you lose you could build again
He only nine months barely sitting up he almost fell over
I caught him and told him to (get on up)
I'm only making plays not to pass it on
One day my baby going to have babies and I'm going to be gone
The way time moving, it really won't be long
I pray I'm there for every memory you want me on
I got to 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 done for me
Don't assume it's number three of The Four Agreements
I got to start applying everything that I've been reading
It seemed like the tragedy of losing kids will never calm
I think about Trayvon, Breonna, my neighbor Deshaun
Praying for protection for my family
And that he keep his hands on me to fight through this insanity
I lay down trying to figure out the rest
Close my eyes, picture heaven, and it's where I'm at (get up)
Gotta get on up (oh, no-no-no)
You gotta get on up, now
And you can't sit down
Gotta get on up (oh, get on up)
Gotta get on up now (now, now, now now)
You gotta get on up
You gotta get on up now
(And you can't sit down)
You gotta get on up
(And you can't sit down)
You gotta get on up now
(And you can't sit down)
You gotta get on up now
You gotta get on up now
(Little man)
(D-Dada)
(Dada?)
(G-)
(Huh?)
(Da- dada)
Writer: Cedric Hailey, Dalvin E. Degrate, Vitor Martins, Eryn Allen Kane, Ivan Guimaraes Lins, George Hamilton, Sean Michael Anderson, Dwane Weir, Joel Hailey
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Something
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, f*ck all that f*ck 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 all 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, f*ck all that f*ck 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
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, f*ck all that f*ck 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 all 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, f*ck all that f*ck 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Milan Beker, Bernard Harvey, Aaron Reid
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
This n That
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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*cked 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck up, I'm just reminiscin'
I was broke as f*ck 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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, f*ck 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?
Woah, woah, woah, woah-wow-wow
(Hit-Boy)
Mm, mm-hm, mm-mm, mm
Ayy, ayy
[Big Sean:]
Been through this and that, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*cked 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ck up, I'm just reminiscin'
I was broke as f*ck 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' 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, f*ck 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?
Writer: Sean Anderson, Dustin Corbett, Bill Kapri, Chauncey Hollis, Bryson Tiller
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Million Pieces
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
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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Larry Eugene Hendricks, Milan Beker, Latisha Tawana Hyman, Julian Harris, Chauncey Alexander Hollis Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Get You Back
Yeah
Whoa, whoa
Damn
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
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
F*ckin' 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 f*ck you out of your clothes
Clothes
I f*ck you out of a bad day
Yeah
She throwin' ass for a nigga like I done went pro and it's motherf*ckin' draft day
I'm in a whole other league with the pussy, I'm sluttin' and f*ckin' her down
Down
She shakin', I buckle her down
Down
When we f*ck, we ain't f*ckin' 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
F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin lawyer, she get too defensive
Too defensive
Bringin' up old cases, tryna argue in it
What the f*ck?
Ain't finna fight with you, even though I keep it too player
Whoa
Talkin' all crazy, but f*ck it, I know what to do later
Yeah
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
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
F*ckin' 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
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 f*ckin' 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
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
F*ckin' 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
Whoa, whoa
Damn
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
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
F*ckin' 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 f*ck you out of your clothes
Clothes
I f*ck you out of a bad day
Yeah
She throwin' ass for a nigga like I done went pro and it's motherf*ckin' draft day
I'm in a whole other league with the pussy, I'm sluttin' and f*ckin' her down
Down
She shakin', I buckle her down
Down
When we f*ck, we ain't f*ckin' 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
F*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*ckin lawyer, she get too defensive
Too defensive
Bringin' up old cases, tryna argue in it
What the f*ck?
Ain't finna fight with you, even though I keep it too player
Whoa
Talkin' all crazy, but f*ck it, I know what to do later
Yeah
Pullin' on your hair, smackin' on your ass
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
F*ckin' 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
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 f*ckin' 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
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
F*ckin' 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Cashmere Small, Rheji Burrell, Ebony Oshunrinde, Christian Scye Taylor
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Certified
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
F*ck all that underdog shit, I'm the big dog
I don't give a f*ck how it's comin' off
Know I said that I don't f*ck with you
I shoulda said that I don't f*ck 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 f*cking 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
Up 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 (f*ck with)
Certified (what?)
Certified (they can't)
Certified (f*ck with)
Certified (none of us)
Certified
I know niggas 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 f*ck 'bout them other guys
Don't be giving a f*ck 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, niggas 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, niggas 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 (f*ck with)
Certified (what?)
Certified (they can't)
Certified (f*ck 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
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
F*ck all that underdog shit, I'm the big dog
I don't give a f*ck how it's comin' off
Know I said that I don't f*ck with you
I shoulda said that I don't f*ck 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 f*cking 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
Up 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 (f*ck with)
Certified (what?)
Certified (they can't)
Certified (f*ck with)
Certified (none of us)
Certified
I know niggas 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 f*ck 'bout them other guys
Don't be giving a f*ck 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, niggas 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, niggas 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 (f*ck with)
Certified (what?)
Certified (they can't)
Certified (f*ck 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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Matthew Laskey, Edgar Ferrara, Desmond Rasberry, Derek Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Focus
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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' early, I'm on the way, just start f*ckin' 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? F*ck
He said he on the way, he said, he said we could just start, y-, uh
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 f*ck 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 f*ckin' early, I'm on the way, just start f*ckin' 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? F*ck
He said he on the way, he said, he said we could just start, y-, uh
Writer: Sean Anderson
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Boundaries
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
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
Writer: Sean Anderson, Joseph Lloyd-Watson, Dwane Weir II, Dean Wynton Josiah Cover, Cleo Nikolic, Amaire Johnson, Milan Beker
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Precision
(Hey)
Boi, boi (hey)
Trill f*ck with real, nigga
Ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Grandma was in the A, aunty was in the A, mama had Triple-A
I wasn't scared to crash anyone in the way
I'm ridin' shotty while bro had a shoty (swear) like we in the getaway
I gotta penetrate, I gotta generate
I gave like twenty some years to my hood, now I gotta go live away
I'm out of town but I'm not on the getaway, I spend a giveaway
F*ck you mean? I'm the generous king for real
I f*ck her to sleep then I light up the street
Got her screamin' like Billie Jean for real (whoa, whoa)
I'm from the M, I got Ms in the bank and Ms in all my streams for real
Feelin' like Phil, they'll be livin' like Carlton if I leave 'em in the will
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Baby, I'm lovin' the taste, I think I'm ready for kids
She said, well, then stop tryna cum in her face
Mm, that make sense
I'm goin' up, past L.A. Rent, I'm goin' 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, and we finna win it 'cause I'm 'bout to lose it
I don't give a f*ck what computers is 'puting, I go off of feel, no hesi just shoot it (shoot)
I'd die for my team, I'm the coach, I'm recruitin' (woo)
I'm spendin' my time and I'm savin' the day, ho, I feel a mutant, I built like a student
I'm feelin' bilingual 'cause I'm in Nigeria
Rockin' the Cubans, smokin' on Cubans
My life was a highlight reel that keep on loopin'
You can't just tell me shit, ho, you gotta prove it (boi)
These niggas stealin', they first name is Lupin (boi)
I'm hittin' hard than a bitch, Hadouken
They sendin' shots but somehow I just juke it (woo)
Hittin' my dance, muhf*cka, I'm B-I-G, you know I can't forget that I do it (do it)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (yeah, okay)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy-ayy (okay)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Boi, boi (hey)
Trill f*ck with real, nigga
Ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Grandma was in the A, aunty was in the A, mama had Triple-A
I wasn't scared to crash anyone in the way
I'm ridin' shotty while bro had a shoty (swear) like we in the getaway
I gotta penetrate, I gotta generate
I gave like twenty some years to my hood, now I gotta go live away
I'm out of town but I'm not on the getaway, I spend a giveaway
F*ck you mean? I'm the generous king for real
I f*ck her to sleep then I light up the street
Got her screamin' like Billie Jean for real (whoa, whoa)
I'm from the M, I got Ms in the bank and Ms in all my streams for real
Feelin' like Phil, they'll be livin' like Carlton if I leave 'em in the will
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (mm)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy (ayy)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Baby, I'm lovin' the taste, I think I'm ready for kids
She said, well, then stop tryna cum in her face
Mm, that make sense
I'm goin' up, past L.A. Rent, I'm goin' 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, and we finna win it 'cause I'm 'bout to lose it
I don't give a f*ck what computers is 'puting, I go off of feel, no hesi just shoot it (shoot)
I'd die for my team, I'm the coach, I'm recruitin' (woo)
I'm spendin' my time and I'm savin' the day, ho, I feel a mutant, I built like a student
I'm feelin' bilingual 'cause I'm in Nigeria
Rockin' the Cubans, smokin' on Cubans
My life was a highlight reel that keep on loopin'
You can't just tell me shit, ho, you gotta prove it (boi)
These niggas stealin', they first name is Lupin (boi)
I'm hittin' hard than a bitch, Hadouken
They sendin' shots but somehow I just juke it (woo)
Hittin' my dance, muhf*cka, I'm B-I-G, you know I can't forget that I do it (do it)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hittin' her spot like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I gotta get it, man, shout out, I hit it, I'm fully committed like ayy (yeah, okay)
I studied the target, I'm never gon' miss it, I call that precision like ayy-ayy (okay)
Shootin' my shot like, pew-pew, ayy
Hit the red dot like, pew-pew, ayy
Finger on the trigger like, pew-pew-pew-pew, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Writer: Aaron Booe, Darnell Carlton, Donald Pears, Eric Bellinger, Isaac De Boni, Jordan Houston, Markus Randle, Michael Mule, Paul Beauregard, Sean Anderson, Tom Kahre, Travis Walton, Willie Hutchinson, Zacari Pacaldo
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
My Life / Happiness
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
F*ck 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)
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's guest is one of my personal favorites
A Detroit icon, put your hands together and make some noise for Big Sean
What's up, man? (Yo)
What's up? (Yeah)
Haha (what up, man?)
You look happy, dude, you look happy
Tell me about it, what's goin' on?
I mean, yeah, I am happy, for sure
You know, we all got a lot to be happy about bro, is what I realized
You know, we all goin' through the craziness of life
The ups and downs, but it's always something to be grateful for, at least
And, um, I guess one of the lessons that I learned up to this point is
To move on your own time as much as you can, you know
Of course we got families, jobs and circumstances
But, when things don't work out when you want it to it may just not be the right time
And instead of wastin' time tryna force somethin'
You could be enjoyin' all the moments that we take for granted, so
I've been tryin' to like, live in my happiness more, live in the moment
You know, instead of always thinkin' about, okay, what I gotta do next week, what I gotta do later on, what I gotta do, like
Man, there's a lot to be happy about right now
And, um, just live in that, live in that as long as you can
'Cause, before you know it, that pressure is right back on you
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
F*ck 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)
Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's guest is one of my personal favorites
A Detroit icon, put your hands together and make some noise for Big Sean
What's up, man? (Yo)
What's up? (Yeah)
Haha (what up, man?)
You look happy, dude, you look happy
Tell me about it, what's goin' on?
I mean, yeah, I am happy, for sure
You know, we all got a lot to be happy about bro, is what I realized
You know, we all goin' through the craziness of life
The ups and downs, but it's always something to be grateful for, at least
And, um, I guess one of the lessons that I learned up to this point is
To move on your own time as much as you can, you know
Of course we got families, jobs and circumstances
But, when things don't work out when you want it to it may just not be the right time
And instead of wastin' time tryna force somethin'
You could be enjoyin' all the moments that we take for granted, so
I've been tryin' to like, live in my happiness more, live in the moment
You know, instead of always thinkin' about, okay, what I gotta do next week, what I gotta do later on, what I gotta do, like
Man, there's a lot to be happy about right now
And, um, just live in that, live in that as long as you can
'Cause, before you know it, that pressure is right back on you
Writer: Sean Anderson, Roget Chahayed, Robert "Bubby" Lewis, Louis Kevin Celestin, Eryn Allen Koehn, Stephen Feigenbaum, Ellie Goulding
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Together Forever
[ Featuring The Alchemist ]
Yeah, I had to
I had to shake the little shit off, ya know?
You sittin' and waitin' 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 f*ck 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 by myself than to fake a connection (whoa, whoa)
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 dawg 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)
F*ck it, we stuntin' together (yeah)
How long you want it? Uh, forever, duh (we gettin' rich together)
Stuntin' (flrr)
F*ck it, we stuntin' together (ayy)
F*ck 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-
F*ck it, we stuntin' together (flrr)
How long you want it? Uh, forever, duh (we gettin' rich together)
Stuntin' (ooh)
F*ck it, we stuntin' together (ooh)
F*ck it, we stuntin' together
F*ck it, we, ayy
Yeah
Writer: Sean Michael Leonard Anderson, Alan Daniel Maman
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Better Me Than You is the sixth studio album by American rapper Big Sean, released through FF to Def Entertainment on August 30, 2024, with distribution handled by Def Jam Recordings.
His first studio album since parting ways with GOOD Music and severing ties with its leader Kanye West, the project was originally announced on July 19, 2024 (which was the same day an unfinished alternate version of the album was leaked), before being pushed back by several weeks.
Other than through-lines of personal growth and weariness of fame, additional subjects discussed include building empires as a Black man in a tumultuous, 21st century America, mistakes of past family generations, his aspirations for his own son, and the positive relationship he hopes they can share as he grows up.
The album received generally positive reviews from music critics for its' versatility of sound and structure, supporting cast of musicians, and artistic growth.
-Wikipedia
Performed By:
Big SeanHis first studio album since parting ways with GOOD Music and severing ties with its leader Kanye West, the project was originally announced on July 19, 2024 (which was the same day an unfinished alternate version of the album was leaked), before being pushed back by several weeks.
Other than through-lines of personal growth and weariness of fame, additional subjects discussed include building empires as a Black man in a tumultuous, 21st century America, mistakes of past family generations, his aspirations for his own son, and the positive relationship he hopes they can share as he grows up.
The album received generally positive reviews from music critics for its' versatility of sound and structure, supporting cast of musicians, and artistic growth.
-Wikipedia
Featuring: Bryson Tiller, Cash Cobain, Charlie Wilson, Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, Gunna, Ellie Goulding, Eryn Allen Kane, Kodak Black, Larry June, Syd, Teyana Taylor, Thundercat
Genre(s): Hip hop, funk
Producer(s): Aaron Bow, Aaron Reid, Amaire Johnson, AzizTheShake, BbyKobe, Beam, Berg, Big Sean, Bnyx, Carter Lang, Cash Cobain, Corbett, DJ Khalil, DJ Premier, Eryn Allen Kane, FnZ, Harv, Hit-Boy, Jasper Harris, Johan Lenox, Kaytranada, Key Wane, Lasik, Leon Thomas III, Lido, Lil Rich, Malay, Marshall Mulherin, Mathaius Young, Milan Beker, Money Jezu$, Myles T, Nami, Omar Grand, Otxhello, Parker Mulherin, Presley Regier, Robert Buddy Lewis, Rogét Chahayed, SkipOnDaBeat, Teddy Walton, The Alchemist, The-Dream, Thundercat, Tom Kahre, Tom Levesque, Turbo, WondaGurl, Zacari, 206Derek
Released: August 30th, 2024
Year: 2024