[Verse 1: Big Sean & DJ SourMilk]
Look. I was with Kobe last January 1st
Trapped inside a year that just can't get no worse
Present traumatic stress got me damaged and hurt
I've been in the gym tryna lift off a curse
That's been on me since my family tree was planted on earth
Swear my seeds gonna have a new advantage at birth
I stopped hoping for the best. Now, I'm demanding it work
I handle my dirt if good karma don't land on it first
Relentless how I give it all but never give in
Just like NBA players in my girl's DMs
Steady shooting shots that'll never go in
Fuck it. I'm focused on making money we nеver gon' spend
My whole lifе is like my blessings queued; right on schedule
I still hate seafood but love the oyster perpetual, aye
Never cheat yourself, that might be God testing you
Rocky roads I pedal through. When niggas switch, I never do
Even when lights behind me was red and blue
Million times my revenue. Soul is unsellable still
My mind get conflicted as a Palestine border
My grass greener. I spray it down with alkaline water
Big fucking checkbook and yeah, I'm the author
Not just from learning, but applying what life taught ya
That's why I'm done confusing people's opinions with facts
And getting sidetracked by people who life not on track
Done did a song with every artist I respected in rap
Bitch, and they ain't charge me shit, 'cause they respected me back
So give me that first, hit like black church, Tyson bag work
I deserve Nipsey last verse recorded by Hit
Ain't nothing in the world more important than this
Half a ticket on me like I already boarded some shit (Ooh!)
But they been exploiting us ever since we got off the ship
Trust issues with the world, man, that I gotta clear within
But how I'm supposed to after the Tuskegee experiment?
Where they took four hundred blacks, snuffed 'em syphilis
Knowing that they might die never see or hear again
Land of the free where nothing's free and you ain't really free 'til you free within
But they don't teach you that they rather keep that for them
Let me chill before the Secret Service pull back up here to speak with him
Man, I'm in too deep with them
Again (Uh)
Again. It already happened once
But tryin' to school y'all on some shit that they don't teach in them
You know. We're saying too much
But I can't get up here and say too little either
[Verse 2: Big Sean & Justin Credible]
B-I-G, all my deals match me
White collar business without the scam bleach
I got ten LLC's, pay tax, dues and fees
Every dollar an employee, my money working for me
My auntie passed while I was performing overseas
That's the price I pay on top of paying for everything, but
When you the backbone of your family
They only stand as tall as you standin'
Even when your feelings and your actions ain't matching and you carry everyone baggage
You just haven't found the right time to unpack it
And the schedule steady packed in and you front line for the back end
And all the walls that you built up are the ones you get trapped in
And somehow, you fall right back into your worst habits
Man! Too much pain soaked up, I have to spill
No wonder I'm doing songs with Nas; I got mass appeal
A problem solver, 'cause money and problems a package deal
I break the bank over and over, give it no time to heal
Just like they did my heart
I got my family out the dark and out of debt
From laying my life on the line and taking risk
Probably why I relate so fucking hard to that Squid Game shit
Except I would have got on the plane at the end
'Cause I know that family comes first, especially over revenge
You only get this type of reach when you overextend
A lot of y'all overpretend
I ain't going out for advice, I'm going within
Everybody want the credits but I take the cash, 'cause we all know
The credits is the shit that roll at the end. And we ain't nowhere near it
No matter how far away from home I go, I know they always cheering
And when I quiet the noise around me, I can always hear it
What has the game done to you, Sean?
A lot of songs I wrote for icons that I still ain't even get publishing on
And some of them up more than me
I don't know how they sleep at night knowing they wrong
No happy endings where I'm from and that shit rub me wrong
Sean you been in love too long it sound like all your hunger gone. I'm fucking starving
I saw a sunset on the way here so colorful and vivid
It reminded me that God my favorite artist
And the fact I woke up today and saw it
Reminded me that I'm winning regardless. For real
Regardless. Regardless
[Verse 3: Big Sean & DJ Sourmilk]
My life get chaotic as Dennis Rodman's
Stars intertwine my soul back to alignment
If we don't have the same vision, no point in exchanging contacts
Only ex I love running into is at the end of my contracts, yeah
Bottom line
I'm seeing through your mask and it's fake like we're at the Comic Con, I point 'em out from time to time, yeah
Speaking of time, me and my aunt been gettin' closer
Either I took her for granted or didn't know her
Or is it I'm getting older?
Or is it Luke is finally turning into Yoda?
New beginnings, no such thing as overs
We should have just stayed friends that never opened up and needed closure
God
Give me directions like Noah
Fuck all that hopeless romantic shit
But it was cool to see Ye get back with Hova (Woo!)
Lil bitch, this the new chain of command
Might bring the pow chains back like me and Ye in Japan
Cudi back at it, I'm saying
Everything I know now could've been added to then
Nothing better than having it all
Except having it all, losing it all, then getting it back again ([?])
No writing on the wall, but still I know how to read a room
I don't need a casket when I die; I need a tomb
My focus back active now, I'm getting consumed
Yeah, I'm awake with the moon
Mother Nature, so when I die and I'm buried
What that mean? I'm goin' back in the womb?
Planned parenthood couldn't planned it
Donda had signed my advance checks. Stuck in the rooms, I ain't panic
You only good as your plan is, I can't debate the semantics
You gotta live with my antics, my life is ruled by the planets
God message still is in transit
So I'm expanding my bandwidth. Gone
[Verse 4: Big Sean & DJ Sourmilk]
Look. Dirty or corporate, I get a check in assortments
You better clean up your energy 'fore you come around, 'cause I pick up on shit and absorb it
I did not come to your house to come look around; I came in that motherfucker to torch it
I used to show love and peace to people who ain't give a piece of love
Now, I'm right back on that warship
Making somebody important, but you not important to them is like motherfuckin' torture
Some niggas bitch made, it's in their chromosomes
DNA, blood in their veins that's coursing
If you a real one, gotta stand tall
'Cause right now, it's a shortage
Niggas be wanting their flowers
I'd rather go get my hands dirty and go pick my own, shit
Lil bitch! Only linkin' with the chain gang
'Cause I know if the Ms was Os, they'll still do the same thing
Lot of y'all living in the past 'cause you can't do this shit again
Me, I know yesterday's scores are not the one to win today's games
Black card, black mask, black pride; my whole life is monochromatic
I don't be wearing no skirts and dresses, but if it's an issue, I drag it, aye
G-lock on me and that motherfucker came with attachments just like my last bitch
Nowadays, niggas is more into reading the caption than into reading the passage
Hold up. The fuck is that? (Hoo! Yeah)
Hit it then I splat
Ayee! That's how I step on niggas
Your favorite rapper my motherfucking doormat. Look
I go at their necks and hearts. That shit you was building forever, I tear it apart
Me, I'm a stepper for real, since from the beginning. I mean, I was born in March
Shoutout to Nardo but fuck it, a OG, I'll probably slide to the Bee Gees
I mean I got a old soul for real. My past like probably go back to the BCs
Been going platinum since my first was "My Last" and I was there dancing with CB
You got your first plaque from streams. I got mine from selling a CD
Hometown hero for real. They might as well put me on Marvel or DC
You gotta look up to reach me. Look
And it's one, two, three, four million at the label though
Five, six, seven ways besides rap I'm getting paid
Started broke, didn't break. First in my gen, I had to generate
Verses like I'm Johnny Cage. I'm the boss, meet me on the final stage, lil' bitch
Aye! The fuck is that?
What the fuck is that? Aye
Nigga, that's IRS. Aye
The biggest gang is the government, nigga
I was hype 'fore we got the new president
Then I realized; really, what has he ever did?
Niggas still dying and crying in reverends
Bullets still flying and churches still candlelit
Type of life make you get fucked by the candidate
It's lot of questions that still need some answering
I had to cut off the ones that was cancerous
Swear the flow came with batons how they ran with it
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