Lyrics4th Quarter

Big Sean

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I look up Straight up I gave ′em time, time

Time Now it's back to me nigga I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga Took my operation to factory nigga When I′m in the zone they won't tackle me nigga I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin′ target Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses If you ask me what my interest, all my interest involve interest It ain′t nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my percentage (No no) With the bases loaded all we need′s a hit, boy I'ma still swing for the fences (Gone) I guess you tend to overdo it when you come up underprivileged, look I came to my senses, I can never count on people I can′t even trust the senses in this world full of venom All I need's my spider senses, my short temper to cool out Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson Tell me who gon′ be set for life, Myra and her son, fo' sure One time for the fam, they don't eat, I don′t eat I can′t rest on my feet 'til they all on they feet They say rest your eyes, I′m just like why? Bitch I ain't never seen Ben Franklin sleep But I do need that paper like sheet after sheet I got so much drive ho, look both ways in the streets When I heard ′bout all these singers and all they naked pictures I'm like "Did my email just leak?" Hol′ up Lemme check, oh nah nah nah They fake, we good, we good The stock goin' up, makin' all the right moves Boy you would have thought I got tipped off (Tipped off) You would have thought these niggas fell off a skateboard The way they take these hoes and trick off (Trick off) I got a rich girl, I swear to god dawg, man she′s like a walkin′ ATM Except she ain't come in with drawls I know you′ve been having G.O.O.D. Music withdrawls I can not deal with the fuckery that fake shit you be in All that bullshit that you rappin' honestly just makes me cringe Money doesn′t grow on trees, okay someone explain to me Then how the hell does my whole team just keep on rakin' it all in, hah? We stressed on, we pressed on Met with Hov and Bey they told us we next on We dream that, been slept on, we kept on, we left home Mama earlobes is VS stone Her earrings so big she can′t even fuckin' hear nothing nigga Don't give a fuck, no I can′t spare one nigga No I do not have five wheels, I can′t spare one nigga Talkin' like I′m on the last cigarette because I had to take it back to square one nigga Sometimes to win the war man you got to lose a battle But if I lose a girl just know my next one gonna be badder When I pulled up to the church, ooo, they thought it was the pastor Heaven sent, raisin' hell, same time, what that′s the rapture? Didn't go to class for a second I swear I woulda failed everything My passport was the only thing I′m passin', flyin' overseas turnin′ dreams into habits Turnin′ coach to first classes, mom I'm never movin′ back And I put six years in the flow, okay, no wonder it got mastered The flow need a dam, why it's doin′ too much damage God damn it's good to get it, even better with ya niggas Call up my dog who been in and out depression Said boy how you living, don′t lie to me 'bout your feelings On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin' You act like a comedian but now you′re Robin Williams And now we cryin′ rivers that nobody wants to swim in When one phone call coulda been the one to prevent it So I'm there for my dogs ′til we forever on 'Til we hit the dealership and cop the Megazord Nigga that′s the red range, white range, black range, green range, pink range Yellow range, blue range, every neck comes with a few chains (Ohh shit) I learned that every bad bitch comes with mood swings Just like Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang man, so true man G-5 down to Mexico, G.O.O.D. Music familiar man We back at it to let you know, I figure it's best you know In the middle of recordin′ we got caught up in the news About what happened in St. Louis We midwest kids that shit coulda happened to us I looked up the flight tonight Then I realized man I got a grandma now that's half alive And honestly what happened in St. Louis probably happened in Detroit like twenty times I hope we finally see the signs Puttin' gas off in my Benzo, I ran into a youngin′ The same age as me except he in the trash huntin′ Asked me for some change I gave him like one somethin' Man to keep that shit a hunnid I wish I woulda gave a hunnid Cause if you ask me how I′m doin', shit you could do the math I just bought a five bedroom, four bath Three story, two car garage, I′m one man I just did it for my mom, finna do it for my dad And I ain't even sell my soul, imagine what I coulda got for that I made something out of nothing, it′s like I pulled it out a hat Man when I'm done they gonna statue me, I turned my clique faculty Operations to factory, in my zone they won't tackle me Touched down in the city, the fuckin′ walkin′ target Still all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest Nigga Straight up

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