Final Hour

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

Catch me running to the money until my feet lose feeling

Stack it wall-to-wall 'till it's leaking through the ceiling

Man, all fucking hundreds so whats that like a zillion?

Working graveyard shifts cause were finna make a killin'

Went from intern to the owner of the building

Bustin nuts counting money like: "Oh what a feeling!"

To be seeing what I'm seeing

After I've seen what I've seen

It's like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream

I got a dream that's worth more then my reality

And pride that's worth more than a salary

And a text from the girl I love I stopped calling

Quote: "I hope it's worth all it"

Sometimes I feel I'm working just to work harder

And then work harder then who worked the hardest

Man the life of a work-a-holic

You either on your work or just working on it

[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

Man fuck it kill'em all we gonna need a ton of flowers

And if you need impossible give me 'bout an hour

It's time to turn a Polaroid into a portrait

Rocking street clothes getting money like I'm corporate

Youngin' getting it isn't life gorgeous?

Bet the crib on 'em and you'll end up with a fortress

And Ima need that new condo, town home, brown stone

Should I fuck with the Dow Jones?

Or maybe I'll put money on the block instead

There's no need to save

I could get change off the street next to the meter maid

Cause I need a main house with a piece of shade

Butler doing such a good job that they need a raise

Bad chick with an Angel ass and an Aalyiah face

Tryna show a little TNA

Hell yeah I'm tryna see the day

Man, life is so bright when you don't see the grey

The new school appointed me to lead the way

A real nigga to the DNA

Me, Mike, Grace, and Dilla

Sticking to the script

And what's-her-name still licking on my tip

Go ahead and tell these bitches who they're fucking with

Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks

Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks

Her mouth lookin like Dannon

Because of me and Cannon

And to get where we at she had to suck a hundred dicks

[Outro: Big Sean & Don Cannon]

Man I got on Versace shades, Versace belt, Versace shoes

I might've fucked around and been the freshest nigga in the world today

You dont understand man I came from nothing

This what I dreamed about, this what we dreamed about..boyyy

B.I.G. Sean Don nigga, G.O.O.D. Music

Finally Famous in this bitch.. Errything...Detroit what up though?

Ayo Big, Motherfuckers always askin' me like:

When you gonna lend somebody else eat

When you gonna pass the baton on to somebody?

My response is: Fuck I look like Carl Lewis?

I feel like Usain Bolt, I got it running these streets

Who else do it better than me?

So you can cut all the chit chat out right now and just know one thing:

We're finally famous motherfucker