Lyrics:
and down on your playlist
Put a heart next to this I'm your favorite
On my big Sean, nigga finally famous
If you confused about it let me explain it
I'm big
guess it's getting loud
What? What? By the mouth
It's a big mouth so it's popping all around
You already know it's a big move
I'm in a big body and I'm
now got poker face at me ya
If we sync Times Square imma drop 123
Tory 'round my Lanez still won't give you LUV
It's small world Big Sean BIG
Had the X
fuck you up
Had to disappear for a while shit got a lil' hot
Guess who's back on the block
Mr. Big Stuff laid back in the cut
One hand on the burner
are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
shit so vicious
Get up out of my bed, I'm sick of feelin' restricted
Fans sayin' I switched
They can tell I was hurt by lookin' at my Twit pic
Got
Nigga, fi gunshot
Mafi play big shot
Shoot up them drug spot
Rude boy say fuck cop
Sean P and Buckshot
Buckshot, slugs fly
'Nough man a die for them
your roaming like a satellite
Caught up in the air like a star stay showin up at night
That's a fact fallin got us bouncing back, big sean steady stating
like bad boy paper we ain't never gone stop
[Chorus:]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath,
then I say a prayer God bless the G's,
I'm number 1 in
Put me together
I fell asleep feeling fine
When I woke up sober
You grew much colder
I got up and left
It was all just a big waste of time
Saw I was
coming through
Still with my team, I don't run off like you
Stacking it up, boy it's bread by the loaf
Outer space flow, so it's Rick Owen's coat
Beat
all I was wearing
When I woke up staring at the world
My mom had been around the graves of queens
But not at all a sex machine
She liked to keep her
Paintin' on the boy like I'm Bob Ross
Big Boss, yeah, call me Rick Ross
Locked up just like a dreadlock
Hunnid points, yeah, that's a headshot
Down
there hunchin' in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go? (y'all nasty)
that you can handle it handle it handle it
Coffee and my backwood I gotta stay woke
Wake up get to money no i can't be broke
The ambitions of a hustla
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
featuring Blake see Jay Z Mr. Bristal
[Blake C]
What you sayin'?
Roc A Fella (uh huh)
Gener al (uh huh)
B.I.G. (right on)
my brother) i ain't playin' with
I ain't playin' with these niggas (On God)
I ain't playin' with these niggas
(BIG Sean Don, my aura gold, straight up
to ever do it, the best to ever do it
I feel like the greatest, woke up to honkies sounding like me
Never be as good, never be as good
Packing up
when it was boring
I could make up big words so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key, to a door
when it was boring
I could make up big words so dark
I could be replaced by any bright spark
But darkness makes me fumble
For a key, to a door
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
This that 420 Anthem
Rollin' weed up by the handful
If you smokin' at my spot
I need to know if you can handle
'Cause we smoke it by the quarter
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