Big Sean Know About Me

[Future:]

I fucked this girl on the rooftop yesterday

She, she said my name, she said my name, she said my name

Yeah, yeah

My momma know she know about me

My ho groupies know about me

These bad bitches know about me

All the dopeboys know about me

Even the dealership, they know about me

Okay, the dealership, they know about me

You know the weed man know about me, know about me

All the lean men know about me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

[Big Sean:]

I got a plate full of talapia, crew full of mafia

Look up in the mirror, man, like, “What the fuck is stoppin’ ya?”

“What the fuck is stoppin’ ya?”

We been on more stages than the Phantom of the Opera

Lookin’ down from the clouds, you can’t get a damn drop from us

On the top floor and ain’t a damn thing on top of us

[Future:]

They know, know, know, know

They know, know, know, know

They know about me

They know about me

[Big Sean:]

I’m swishin’ champagne ’round my mouth

Just to clear my palate, my nigga

Addicted to the mathematics, my nigga

I’m a fuckin’ addict, addict, my nigga

If she got an ass, I’ll back it

Okay, I’m a fuck around and pay her taxes

Okay, I got Merrill Lynch all on the mattress

Goddamn, I’ve been ballin’

Please stop all that actin’, my nigga

Flows on flows on flows on flows

And they just keep stackin’

I cut off all of my distractions and started attackin’

I’m droppin’ every single summer like Madden

They sellin’ purple weed, now it’s purple skies

[Future:]

They know, know, know, know

They know, know, know, know

They know about me

They know about me, about me

I fucked this girl on the rooftop yesterday

She, she said my name, she said my name, she said my name

Yeah, yeah

My momma know she know about me

My ho groupies know about me

These bad bitches know about me

All the dopeboys know about me

Even the dealership, they know about me

Okay, the dealership, they know about me

You know the weed man know about me, know about me

All the lean men know about me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah-yeah

Big Sean Experimental

[Hook:]

I’m feeling experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

Tryin’ to cope with all this shit I’ve been through

These substances is fucking with my mental

My mental, I’m so experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

These substances is fucking with my mental

Fucking with my mental

[Verse 1:]

Big blunts of that kush ducked off in that phantom

Can’t no nigga do life this life I live I lench

Bunch of hoes in my mattress getting trippy off them bars

I don’t do no handcuffin toss ’em to my dog

‘Bout to start a bank all this money that I made, cash

Sour D, the smoking biff niggas getting paid

Bunch of bad bitches begging Juice to fuck

Drinking ’til I throw up smoking ’til I’m stuffed

Loud kush you can hear when I walk by

The room is moving side to side I’m feeling hypnotized

Getting faded in the phantom ain’t no stopping the ride

These niggas smoking dirt acting like they high

[Hook:]

I’m feeling experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

Tryin’ to cope with all this shit I’ve been through

These substances is fucking with my mental

My mental, I’m so experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

These substances is fucking with my mental

Fucking with my mental

[Verse 2:]

Ok rolling weed while I’m sexing

Rolling weed while I drive, swerve

Rolling weed while I’m rolling weed

Getting high when I’m high

I be getting high when I’m high

Getting high when you not

Getting high on the low

Getting high oh my God

I just ate a edible edible

Swear to God I feel incredible

Swear that my textin is no longer legible

I got the pussy you put on the pedestal

Tell ’em to leave and come bring me back revenue

Getting paid down down down to the decimal

Medical vegetable I’m so professional

My life’s a festival I’m just an investitor

In a mental

I feel like I just jumped out the window

Rolling OG, kush purple indoor

Right here outdoor in the indo

Weed is my crescendo ok so now we rollin’

She just popped her a pillie got her feeling all silly

Rolling paper from Philly

[Hook:]

I’m feeling experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

Tryin’ to cope with all this shit I’ve been through

These substances is fucking with my mental

My mental, I’m so experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

These substances is fucking with my mental

Fucking with my mental

[Verse 3:]

She asking me questions even though she know I don’t know

Her pussy the best and she give the best blowjobs on blow

She love the way that I dress and the way that I stroke

She said she never sip lean I said I never did coke

I’m good I’m smoking I’m leanin’ I’m tryin’ to stay focused

Got my loc’s on the chieffen’ hope these mollys ain’t bogus

We got hoes in the front got lean in the back

Getting head in the back got fix in the lag

Got xannies on deck bitch

Take these shots to the neck

We’s gots ta connect we off in this club purple spice like it’s nothing

Bitch just told me she ain’t coming home with me unless we fucking

And she got a friend and they got some ins

Pleas don’t mention your nigga ’cause I don’t care ’bout your man

Now me and 2 hoes we on, we be true so they gone

Now we having a threesome in the whip on the way home

[Hook:]

I’m feeling experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

Tryin’ to cope with all this shit I’ve been through

These substances is fucking with my mental

My mental, I’m so experimental

Just pop 2 now what have I gotten into

These substances is fucking with my mental

Fucking with my mental

Big Sean Beware

[Chorus — Big Sean + Jhene Aiko:]

When you said it was over you shot right through my heart

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?

Ooh, I was so mad; I could’ve/should’ve seen this coming right from the start

You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Big Sean]

Praying to a sky all black

Looking at the stars like they finna talk back, whoa.

Looking at my phone like she finna call back, whoa.

But last night I feel like probably ended all that

‘Cause by now she would’ve sent a text in all caps

Then another one tryna take it all back

Saying fuck you, I miss you or I hate you so much

‘Cause girls only say “Hate you” to the guys that they love

I know, I know, I know the highs, the lows

It comes and goes; you say, “Be real.” I try, I don’t

‘Cause you take anything and just make it everything

Kept my phone on silent ever since you got a ring. Funny, right?

And I never cheated. I mean, maybe once, twice.

But one time don’t change everything

She ask why I don’t feel the same, I’m still the same

She’s still insane and now she’s saying

[Chorus]

[Big Sean]

Okay, skeet, smoke, sleep, call

Miss, text, woke, spoke

Lie, feel, Lisa, ill, ewww

Time, kill, months, still

I got somebody baby mama calling me “daddy”. Got me.

I drank too much, please call me a “cabby”. Swerve

Penthouse after party hoes want that addy. Swerve

Fuck they can ride with us, crawl in a Caddy

Third row is when you call, I hit cancel

Really? I hit answer, fuck I hate when that happens

Phone in my pocket for the whole night

And you heard bitches screamin’ ’til my phone died

Then she text me like “Why you still talk to my mama?”

How the fuck you run around with condoms?

Why you make me get this tattoo?

Man, fuck this tattoo

You the reason I wasn’t single in college

What, all because I had you?

Nigga I don’t even have you

How am I supposed to get past you?

And she called the next guy spillin’ some real shit

Now they problems he got to deal with

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

Girl, don’t believe them hoes

‘Cause they don’t wanna see us together

And you already know you’re too fly

But baby, don’t get your hair caught in the propellers

I be tryna tell her these hoes is jealous

You know they never like it when you never say never

Long hair, red bone, but her pussy is hairless

Muah, I french kiss it like we in Paris

I be screaming out, “Ain’t no woman like the one I got!”

But she be always worryin’ about the one I fucked

She said it’s gonna be me, myself and I

Damn, that’d make me a one-eyed fuck

Schh, I was so mad

Damn, you used to ride a nigga like a moped

Schh, but players fuck up, my bad

And just to keep from crying, I laughed

[Chorus:]

When you said it was over you shot right through my heart

Tunechi

Why you let these hoes tear what we had right apart?

Ooh, I was so mad; I could’ve/should’ve seen this coming right from the start

Damn

You should beware, beware, beware of a woman with a broken heart

[Outro 2x — Jhene Aiko:]

…Baby

Last time calling me “baby”

Last time calling me “crazy”, “crazy”, “crazy”

Big Sean Crazy

[Chorus]

Man I should’ve known, should’ve known, should’ve known

should’ve known, should’ve known

Should’ve known that she was crazy than a muthafucker

(crazy, crazy, crazy)

she was crazy than a muthafucker

Man I should’ve known, should’ve known, should’ve known

should’ve known, should’ve known

Should’ve known that she was crazy than a muthafucker

(crazy, crazy, crazy)

she was crazy than a muthafucker

[Verse 1]

And God damn you all crazy ass

wanna smash my Mercedes ass

pokin’ holes off in the condoms tryna have a baby ass

all up in Saks 5th when you deserve Macy’s ass

talkin’ bout shit, yea nigga, better pay me ass

bitch all up in my house and I ain’t tryna room mate her

she in and out my drawers like its, like it’s Room Raiders

she crazy and deranged, when she in the Range

skip the jewelry store and grab rocks

like she Tomb Raider (raider, raider)

but before you hit that Alter

and the preacher start pronouncin’

gave her half your heart but she got half of your amount

of whatever’s in your account

so take that into account

and you best get to countin’

before you gets to bouncin’

bitch

[Chorus]

Man I should’ve known, should’ve known, should’ve known

should’ve known, should’ve known

Should’ve known that she was crazy than a muthafucker

(crazy, crazy, crazy)

she was crazy than a muthafucker

Man I should’ve known, should’ve known, should’ve known

should’ve known, should’ve known

Should’ve known that she was crazy than a muthafucker

(crazy, crazy, crazy)

she was crazy than a muthafucker

[Verse 2]

Crazy, man I must be crazy too

cuz crazy as she is I could’nt leave her if ya paid me to

I swear I goes to work on that pussy like she paid me to

d-d-dick her up and now she walkin’ like she 82

(I like the you you do it)

she get it from her mama

headaches every night a nigga get it from the drama

man if she don’t make that money, she gon’ take that money

not from you, yeah she get it from your Honor

believe that, fuck you get my password?

readin’ through my emails and you ain’t even ask first

I know I should leave her

for damn sure don’t, don’t need her

everytime I try and hit the door I always hit that ass first

[Chorus]

Man I should’ve known, should’ve known, should’ve known

should’ve known, should’ve known

Should’ve known that she was crazy than a muthafucker

(crazy, crazy, crazy)

she was crazy than a muthafucker

Man I should’ve known, should’ve known, should’ve known

should’ve known, should’ve known

Should’ve known that she was crazy than a muthafucker

(crazy, crazy, crazy)

she was crazy than a muthafucker

Big Sean Paradise

[Hook:]

I always wanted to stunt so hard

I always wanted to ride that whip

I always wanted to fuck that bitch

Thank you God, I fucked that bitch

I always wanted to live this life

I always wanted to wear that ice

I always wanted paradise

I always wanted paradise

[Bridge 1:]

Look, now it don’t take a lot to make you rich

I’m addicted to a lot of crazy shit

Man, I feel like money is the best drug

Sometimes, hate can be the best love

[Verse:]

Walkin’ in like I got cameras on me

Niggas can’t control me, ain’t no handles on me

Shit don’t get out of hand, it get handled, homie

Got a pretty young girl look like Janet on me

She a pretty penny and she know I’m doing numbers

Till we crash up the whole database

I bring it home like I’m base to base to base

Closet lookin’ like Planet of the Bathing Apes

What you think this life just landed on me?

My whole city look like it’s abandoned, homie

And we came straight out of those abandoned homies

Every wish we ever had got granted, homie

And I’ll never take that shit for granted

Even when the marble floor and counter top is all granite

Back before I got paid any advances

Back when my rollie was ticking, no dancing

Nigga, never did I slip or I panic

Even if I was the captain of Titanic

Riding through the north Atlantic, homie

I never jumped crew or abandoned, homie

All the fruits of my labor organic, homie

Making sure my family tree got hammocks on it

And a good guy can change, ‘specially if he saw change

So fuck is my ransom, homie?

[Bridge 2 – x4:]

Money bag, money bag, money bag

[Hook]

[Outro:]

Straight up, Finally Famous, nigga

I always wanted paradise

Big Sean 100 Keys

Ay, ay

[Chorus – Big Sean]

I’m from a big city

Tryna make a living

Come to my hood

Everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young niggas gettin’ money, young niggas gettin’ money

Just a bittersweet symphony

[Rick Ross]

I play the keys handle dope, Barry Manilow

The game a bitch, but at times she sweet as cantaloupe

Hit the road key of coke in the mantle fold

Triple beam dreams with a trunk full of scattered clothes

Japanese denim, down south numbers

Hit it once trust it would make a fat fiend stumble

Do the speed limit, all gold shoes

Call ’em penny loafers, they a pretty penny too

I’m tipping strippers but I call it penny pinchin’

She talking shit but I could get her titties lifted

My new crib got it’s own city limit

Motherfucker got his own city in it

Blue marble on the floor

Wet as salt water

Ima boss, I’m just playing hoes (holes) like a golf course

(Young niggas gettin’ money, young niggas gettin’ money)

[Big Sean]

Just a bittersweet symphony

[Chorus – Big Sean]

I’m from a big city

Tryna make a living

Come to my hood

Everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young niggas gettin’ money, young niggas gettin’ money

Just a bittersweet symphony

[Pusha T]

One hundred keys

One hundred please

My gazuntite could make a whole city sneeze

Walk the mud jungle where they grind it out the leaves

So they swarm to my honeycomb, hideout for the bees

You know what this sounds like

Money counter sound bytes

Machine gun fire

Name ringin’ through like the town like

Church bells ringin’

Know what he was found like?

Colombian necktie over hospital gown white

She live on her knees

I live in a condo in the trees

The air’s a little thinner that I breathe

Iron Man Audi, let the top strip tease

My life is slow motion but the watch screaming freeze

Yeah, young nigga gettin’ money

The feds dragged neck, couldn’t take nothin’ from me

The decoy car is a crash test dummy

What follows is a hundred of ’em wrapped like a mummy

[Chorus – Big Sean]

I’m from a big city

Tryna make a living

Come to my hood

Everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young niggas gettin’ money, young niggas gettin’ money

Just a bittersweet symphony

[Big Sean]

Boi

And they gon’ risk a hundred lives

So they could rock a hundred whites

The guests look like a hundred lights

Man when blade died my city cried a hundred nights

Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred types

Every wrong I do, I’m steady tryna do a hundred rights

Got it for cheap, compare the price

My nigga keep that low key, Barry White

And don’t worry ’bout the info

From where they ride Pintos, and could afford Enzo’s

‘Cause everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)

But bricks open windows

Countin’ a hundred hundreds, more by more

Built this from the tile up, floor by floor

Talk shit, I send ’em door by door

Made for the Snow White like 4×4’s (truck)

[Chorus – Big Sean]

I’m from a big city

Tryna make a living

Come to my hood

Everybody get it

And for that paper all the wrong things sound right

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Where I’m from they push a hundred keys and it sound like

Young niggas gettin’ money, young niggas gettin’ money

Just a bittersweet symphony

Big Sean Research

These hoes be doin’ research

I swear she like this piece of hair off in the sink ain’t come from me first, no, no

The way you stressin’ got me blowin’ indo outdoor

Everytime you intro that’s my queue to outro

And I know all my niggas call you crazy

You just misunderstood though

Through all the evil in your eyes swear I can still see the good though

But you unlockin’ my cell like you is a cop

How you decode all my V-mails, G-mails even P.O. boxes got me P.O.’d

You saw my emails with CeCe when you wasn’t CC’d

I’m on my way to halfway my baby I need you to meet me

Straight up

You – You talkin’ bout I had the key to your heart

Then I got my first European you took that key then you keyed it

What type of shit do we be in?

Blowin’ up TNTn’

Hella drama, TMZ’n

Bitch I’m leavin’… And then she switched t’shit like…

[Hook – Ariana Grande:]

I still have to hide, hide, hide, hide

Now you next to me at night, night, night, night

You test me all the time, time, time, time

Say I know what you like, like I did the last time

Do you remember? Do you remember?

Do you remember?

When you have nothing to hide, hide, hide, hide

[Bridge:]

Watch out, these hoes be doin’ research

I swear she like this piece of hair off in the sink

Ain’t come from me first, no, no

You hang around too God damn long it’s like you need work

Man, these hoes be doing research

Watch out, these girls be doin’ research

Okay I know you did some research, well shit I did too

I saw you wearin’ Drake’s chain like you was part of his crew

I saw you chillin’ with Meek Mill up at the summer jam oooh

I hope my eyes the one that’s lying to me girl and not you

I know we all done got a past but there’s shit that I can’t pass

Seein’ you at the soho house I know you can’t afford that tab

When I run into Chris Brown and he laugh cause he know what you know

When I don’t it make me feel like I don’t know your ass

Now ya’ sayin’ shit like…

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Big Sean Nothing Is Stopping You

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

I know I’mma get it, I just don’t know how

Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd

Parents always tried keep me home

But I can’t get paid from the crib, so I’ll be gone till we on

Whats up, Finally Famous

I had it on my jacket way back in high school

Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school

So me and my niggas real life’d it, every week we did them cyphers

At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain’t heard shit like this

I woke up early on a saturday

Said I’mma cash my check and hit some ass today

Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: “Go rap for Ye

He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday”

Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass

Then called him back like “Fuck, let’s do it”

I didn’t even cash my check, man can’t believe my ass pursuit it

I didn’t even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it

Like, “Let’s do it”

[Interlude: Kanye West and DJ Mo Beatz]

When I heard the songs he was doing

Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music

(BIG! SEAN!) [x5]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches,

Thanking God Almighty, condoms were invented

Cause I had a yellow bone

That could’ve come from out the Simpsons man

Who claim she never did it (Yeah right)

But under these conditions she was with it

Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished

I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning

Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably still in it,

Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it I’m on a mission

Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that’s the shit that I hate

Now it’s eight thirty, I’m officially late, for that eight o’clock spot

I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold

That everybody in that bitch forgot, Now I’m running late for sound check

And I heard the line’s already to the lot, walking out the station

And that’s around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme

Manager said we ain’t got time, But time to time

You gotta make time when it’s time for karma to come back around

I say “Aye dawg, What you got?”, “Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot

Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid

Tryna follow me get in a maze, Leave you minute maid

Um, I’m like a young black Eminem, it’s a riddle and I’m repping that Michigan

Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them

And the bunch just synonyms about how he was living in,

I ain’t even let him finish shit, I mean I can’t lie he was alright

But at his age, shit so was I,so give him my email on a fly

And if it sound good, then I reply Uhh

[Interlude: Trick Trick and Shorty]

[Trick Trick:] Hello

[Shorty:] Ay nigga, Ay trick, where you at nigga

[Trick Trick:] Ay what up, whats good, whats up man?

[Shorty:] Ay bro, ay nigga I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg

[Trick:] What!

[Shorty:] Bro, haha, I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg, aye

[Trick:] Oh hell naw, what?

[Shorty:] Hey I ran into this nigga, but aye he cool as hell man

[Trick:] Awwww Dang! Tight!

[Shorty:] Bet, He short as hell though.

[Both:] Hahahaha

[Shorty:] But that nigga was cool though man

[Trick:] Alright!

[Shorty:] Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars.

[Outro 1: Big Sean]

Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith

In something you can’t see, tell me how much do you believe

What you know about feeling something, that you can’t even touch

What you know bout smelling something, that you can’t even breathe

But when the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E

All the faith that you had, just ain’t all the faith that you need

All the faith that I have, just ain’t all the faith that I need

I’m sorry.

[Outro 2: Mama Myra]

I know you’re not my child talking like that.

Focus shifting the negative energy, into something positive.

And the easiest way to do that, is to be grateful for all the things that you do have,

For your health, for your family, your friends, all the people that care about you.

You’ve got food to eat, you’ve got a place to stay.

Ugh you know, let’s feel good, let’s get happy, boi! haha

Big Sean Halfway Off The Balcony

(I am ready right now)

Uh huh

I look up, I don’t even…

I think it’s funny how it go down

I don’t even know no more

Official shit

I’m hangin’ halfway off the balcony

Overthinkin’ ’cause my job is way more than a salary

Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy

I realized when it comes to girls

That chemistry means way more than anatomy

She mad at me, she been mad at me

I’m the livin’ proof that you don’t need a master’s just to be a masterpiece

People passin’ faster than I’m passin’ weed

My daddy tell me, “Stay strong, son and be the man you have to be

Holdin’ shit down, don’t crash at sea”

(Brrrr) Paper on my phone line

It’s on my phone like fax for me, that’s facts to me

But I don’t want it if it can’t change shit drastically, dramatically

‘Cause actually, I realized time’s the most valuable, actually

So I’m a call my favorite girl and she gon’ bring that ass for me

And as for me, I’m a text the room number right now

So you ain’t gotta hit the front desk and go ask for me

Don’t ask for me, don’t ask for me

Don’t ask for me

Lot of shit been goin’ on, things goin’ wrong

So don’t ask for me

I’m hangin’ halfway off the balcony

Overthinkin’ ’cause my job is way more than a salary

Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy

I realized when it comes to girls

That chemistry means way more than anatomy

She mad at me, she been mad at me

She been mad, I’ve been on the go, on a roll

On a roll more than a roller coaster

They can’t throw me off track or slow

If I did, I got a long list of hoes on hoes

I quote unquote say I told you so

Heaven on earth, every night is paradise

I pray I didn’t die or overdose, never that

I kept it a hundred, never change, not even for five 20s

Still smokin’ that 520 like it’s 420

On a quest for more money, more hungry

Just got my fortune read, she said it’s more comin’

Yeah I got the force but never force nothin’

Do it for the love, I’m Forrest Gumpin’

In my city I’m Warren Buffett, I mean business, the shirt is tucked in

The gun’s tucked in, fuck it, I’m who not to fuck with

Who the bad bitches gon’ fuck with and lames just don’t fuck with

My stock’s risin’, I’m goin’ public

If I write it, it’s gon’ publish

You’re fuckin’ with the best, no discussion

So disgusting

It’s that 3 and a third shit

Straight up

I’m hangin’ halfway off the balcony

Overthinkin’ ’cause my job is way more than a salary

Everything around me gold like I just practiced alchemy

I realized when it comes to girls

That chemistry means way more than anatomy

She mad at me, she been mad at me

She been mad

[Man 1:] Yo, yo your mom callin’ you

[Man 2:] Um, I’m a call her back

[Man 1:] You sure dawg? She keep callin’

[Man 2:] Yeah for sure, for sure, bruh, I’m a call her back

Big Sean First Chain

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Coming from a city where bullets turn bro’s into souls

Who knew from that concrete that a rose had arose

Good girls stopped being good when I turned ’em into hoes

Dreams stopped being dreams when I turned ’em into goals

BIG was the first one that had it

Then I saw Nas’ chain, man, that was illmatic

Then I saw Kanye’s hanging from his gold necklace

Then Ye gave me mine, that show you my work ethic

Mom had that hooptie that she ran in the dirt

Used to pick me up from school right after work

Now she rolling up in that Caddy like she coming to church

She’s ask why I rock all this gold, cause I’m coming in first

Got the streets behind me like I was staring in the rear-view

Used to have to take showers standing in the mildew

Now I’m in the penthouse, look what a mill do

Looking in the mirror and I’m still you, I’m still you

[Hook]

Got my first chain

Feeling like I got my first chain

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Bridge]

BIG was the first one that had it

Now Jacob the Jeweler benefit from my habits

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 2: Nas]

What’s the noise all about with this rap stuff

I can say I never been punked, robbed or smacked up

I can say I never been chased, jumped or backed up

I learned to patch it up to get passes to niggas who be acting up

Cause it’s a mental game, I learned that when I got my first initial chain

I didn’t fake it, it was gold plated, I was posing relatin’

To those dealing with blow, had the [?] it was those gangsters

That bonus, that culture, those projects

Shiny shit on their necks, making both of my eyes squint

They got in my bones, now I’m coppin’ stones

Sorry Sierra Leone, one day we’ll right the wrongs

18 karat gold Cuban on, not too short, not too wide, not too long

My pendant offensive, in the truest form

Platinum gold, rose gold, what you want?

[Hook]

[Bridge]

BIG was the first one that had it

Then I saw Nas’ chain, man, that was illmatic

And I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 3: Big Sean]

On a highway to heaven, look at all the tolls I paid

I done gave my city drive all the roads I paved

No matter what why I turn things go my way

I’m rocking chains everyday, so you know I slave

Even when I’m just walking ’round the crib, nigga

To remind me of everything that we did, nigga

Look up in the mirror, chain only thing lyin’

No heroes where I’m from, bullets only thing flying

I know the higher that I go, the harder to climb

But after that, the bigger the muscle and smarter the mind

Police only work 12-hour shifts

Cause in Detroit that’s cheaper than the bailout, bitch

Trap house built brick by brick, paid dues on dues

FF good, you know I’m reppin’ crew on crews

Stack bills on bills till my backyards got pools on pools

Girls on girls, lingerie and Moulin Rouge

God damn, I think I’m gon’ O.D.

Off this asparagus and bread and pasta

Need a doctor, I’ve been dogding shady hoes and rainy days

It’s like I got a built-in doppler

And it’s a shame, a fuckin’ shame

I don’t remember my first love or my first time prayin’

But remember my first ass and the first time she came

It almost felt as good as when I got my first chain

[Hook]

[Bridge]

Jay-Z taught me money ain’t a thing

Came from the streets, headed to the hall of fame

Stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

I be stunting, stunting like I got my first chain

[Verse 4: Kid Cudi]

It’s such a wonderful thing, to see the end of all things

Niggas and bitches, where you at?

I got my mind is on me

A couple others and dreams, would’ve seen me

Me and my niggas in this bitch

About two months in a week’s time

Movin, feelin hellish [?] with lemon, lime shine

Now how the fuck can I chill now?

Kanye think I’m dope

See this piece that I own now

How sick is the rope?

Taking life for what it is

The troublesome chick, who throws fists

Sometimes it’s the weather

Things switch up, people trip up

The money come down, then climb up

But when it come again

The most creepin’, deceivin’, men are scheme-schemin’

Saying that you love me, you surely do and if you don’t

Motherfuck that sometimes

So dead it, shred it

Young nigga lost to the night

I’m so ready to let it go

My life is fucking awesome, I could be fuckin’ dead right now,

But I’m awesome

So fuck whoever has a bad thought

Don’t know the god

Cause when I leave this bitch you all gon’ wish you knew the God

It might be too late, but the song’s will live on

Just know this fact, you were all wrong

Now watch me do my silly dance

Not really a dance, more like a prance

I’m signing off with a crotch grab

[Outro: Kid Cudi]

Thank you man. for letting me get on this record Sean

You the coolest

GOOD music nigga forever

Understand?