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Big Sean( Sean Michael Leonard Anderson )
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Me Myself & I (Freestyle)
Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the beat We Ready? Yeah Man this like one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man What up though, Bey? Yeah Sean Don
Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the rise Long as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I Straight up, champagne Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't need a receipt All the internet plumbers, you know looking for the leaks Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street This show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat I got mom and bro around like whats better than the family Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the Grammy's On the phone with my dad trying to handle whats out of hand Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin) Funny man what all those times meant to us Girls ask me why they call me big, that shit ambiguous Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't feel that shit Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like 'you hear this shit?' Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, where I be Fresh as my nigga IB, what up to Don C The most improved player, watch me turn that I to a V On my third LP but by the time its IV That's the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in first with high leads We came a long way from having hands together like God Please Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out Yeah I call that bitch the enterprise I hop up on the song with Em, Jay, and K, watch me hold my own Bitch it's Sean s standing out like it close at 10 o'clock and its 10: 05 Oh boy, I spit that spiritual Yeah I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too And my city going through hell, they need a miracle too You're more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove Ya'll braggin about so and so, like 'Oh, he really it? The new nigga in rap? Well, can he really spit?' Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of these rappers do And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit I'm like 'Aw, man. Here we go' I'm not the same man I was a year ago I learned that life could be a merry-go Moving at a stand still is the scenario I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for palm trees Type that can't hold my hand even if they palm read Got a good girl at home, yeah that's all me Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com I gave my number out on the outro I'm like 'call me', real nigga Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different food I got her listenin to music that she wouldn't listen to Got her vibin to Nas, she like 'Man, This what I been missin, boo?' I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just fuel I'ma take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the safe Respect in this bitch like a gun on my waist Rappin like I got a gun in my face I treat my life like I be runnin a race Supa Dupa flow, up up and away You at the top, well I'm on the way I'ma come for your spot then I cum in your face I been trying to make I gotta have it to a habit Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict Beware of the niggas who abandon when your shit was abandoned But there for the mansion Then hit after hit after hit Somebody tell me what's the fuckin batting average Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it Clique rainin so hard, you can white water raft it
Man, we just fucking around, man Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around We was in three different cities today, man Shout out to my old team Man, we been going hard as fuck My nigga Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man Boogie waddup doe Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this shit I can't believe it Hey waddup doe Detroit Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my fans I do this for ya'll We put our hearts into this shit My boys damn near gone I don't know its like 5 in the morning We ain't slept in fuckin days We do this from the heart man And we did out our way Boss up, it's time to get it, yeah Countin blessings over money Straight up
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