Big Sean – Glenwood (2009) | Track profile | Dork

Big Sean – Glenwood (2009) | Track profile | Dork

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Glenwood

[Intro: Kanye West]

Yeah

Okay

Ayy!

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

Ayo, y'all niggas poppin' willy shit, let's see who really rich

Y'all ride the beat, I'm about to pop a wheelie, bitch

Really, this, I came up with on some silly shit

Look how good it is! I'll show you who you dealin with

Y'all illy? I'm iller, I'm from Illi-noise

Yo, Big Sean, why don't you call your Chi-Town boys?

Show me where they at, I will destroy

About to fuck somethin up, I might as well call the lawyer

G.O.O.D. Music run this bitch? Yes, we do

I know you thinking, "Damn, I wish 'Ye would bless me, too"

In the booth, I use the restroom—it's best you...

Gon' head and kiss the Jesus piece 'cause I just blessed you, ugh

And holy water, odds against Ye, it's slaughter

Ever since I opened up that Midnight Marauders

Now it's gon be a problem like a brand new installment

From the late, great Mr. Christopher Wallace

They call us pompous; can I be honest?

Honestly, modesty wasn't ever in my policy

Apology accepted, you ain't say it? Should've said it

As soon as I did it, all that bullshit was deaded

[Hook: Big Sean & Kanye West]

(Get it?) Yup, yup, I get it

G.O.O.D. Music, bitch, ain't nobody fucking with it

And nah, nah, they can't really do it how we did it

It's G.O.O.D. Music, bitch, ain't nobody fucking with it

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

B.I.G. is, "Gee, whiz!" He is

Sure he would be the man, ever since a fetus

I know it's niggas prayin on my downfall and weak shit

But I'm never going downhill, even on ski trips

I am the D, come and make an observation

It seem like the murder rate is higher than the population

Damn! I bet you just as sweet as you look, bitch

You are just Bushwick, I'm 8-foot-6

I'm so up-up on it like insomniacs

G.O.O.D. Music, man, 'Ye, where he find me at?

I'm so dominant, I'm so confident

That I'ma get a compliment on any fucking continent

From freaks that's fine as shit, without this designer shit

Big business, respect my conglomerate

Girls get check, but my bank get check more

Whenever niggas check up, I'm who they check for

Or have a check for; Louie V shit

So much Damier print, fuck around and play check-ors

And these rappers get critical damages

But I rap so good, it's no need for bandages

You the man in your city? Cool

When am I performing? Right after you

I'm sorry but you gone be ranked right after two

'Cause, I'm first place and second is my crew

So move, bitch! Yeah

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