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[Produced by Key Wane][Intro]<br /> I look up<br /> Straight up<br /> I gave 'em time, time<br /> Time[Verse 1]<br /> Now it's back to me nigga, I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga<br /> Took my operation to factory nigga, when I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga<br /> I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target<br /> Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses<br /> If you ask me what my interest, all my interest involve interest<br /> It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my percentage (No no)<br /> With the bases loaded all we need's a hit, boy I'ma still swing for the fences (Gone)<br /> I guess you tend to overdo it when you come up underprivileged, look<br /> I came to my senses, I can never count on people<br /> I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom<br /> All I need's my spider senses, my short temper to cool out<br /> Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas<br /> My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson<br /> Tell me who gon' be set for life, Myra and her son, fo' sure<br /> One time for the fam, they don't eat, I don't eat<br /> I can't rest on my feet 'til they all on they feet<br /> They say rest your eyes, I'm just like why?<br /> Bitch I ain't never seen Ben Franklin sleep<br /> But I do need that paper like sheet after sheet<br /> I got so much drive ho, look both ways in the streets<br /> When I heard 'bout all these singers and all they naked pictures I'm like "Did my email just leak?"[Interlude]<br /> Hol' up<br /> Lemme check, oh nah nah nah<br /> They fake, we good, we good[Verse 2]<br /> The stock goin' up, makin' all the right moves<br /> Boy you would have thought I got tipped off (Tipped off)<br /> You would have thought these niggas fell off a skateboard<br /> The way they take these hoes and trick off (Trick off)<br /> I got a rich girl, I swear they got all, man she's like a walkin' ATM<br /> Except she ain't come in with drawls<br /> I know you've been having G.O.O.D. Music withdrawls<br /> I can not deal with the fuckery that fake shit you be in<br /> All that bullshit that you rappin' honestly just make me cringe<br /> Money doesn't grow on trees, okay someone explain to me<br /> Then how the hell does my whole team just keep on rakin' it all in, hah?<br /> We stressed on, we pressed on<br /> Met with Hov and Bey they told us we next on<br /> We dream that, been slept on, we kept on, we left home<br /> Mama earlobes is VS stone<br /> Her earrings so big she can't even fuckin' hear nothing nigga<br /> Don't give a fuck, no I can't spare one nigga<br /> No I do not have five wheels, I can't spare one nigga<br /> Talkin' like I'm on the last cigarette because I had to take it back to square one nigga<br /> Sometimes to win the war man you got to lose a battle<br /> But if I lose a girl just know my next one gonna be badder<br /> When I pulled up to the church, ooo, they thought it was the pastor<br /> Heaven sent, raisin' hell, same time, what that's the rapture?<br /> Didn't go to class for a second I swear I woulda failed everything<br /> My passport was the only thing I'm passin', flyin' overseas turnin' dreams into habits<br /> Turnin' coach to first classes, mom I'm never movin' back<br /> And I put six years in the flow, okay, no wonder it got mastered<br /> The flow need a dam, why it's doin' too much damage<br /> God damn it's good to get it, even better with ya niggas<br /> Call up my dog who been in and out depression<br /> Said boy how you living, don't lie to me 'bout your feelings<br /> On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin'<br /> You act like a comedian but now you're Robin Williams<br /> And now we cryin' rivers that nobody wants to swim in<br /> When one phone call coulda been the one to prevent it<br /> So I'm there for my dogs 'til we forever on<br /> 'Til we hit the dealership and cop the Megazord<br /> Nigga that's the red range, white range, black range, green range, pink range<br /> Yellow range, blue range, every neck comes with a few chains (Ohh shit)<br /> I learned that every bad bitch comes with mood swings<br /> Just like Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang man, so true man<br /> G-5 down to Mexico, G.O.O.D. Music familiar man<br /> We back at it to let you know, I figure it's best you know<br /> In the middle of recordin' we got caught up in the news<br /> About what happened in St. Louis<br /> We midwest kids that shit coulda happened to us<br /> I looked up the flight tonight<br /> Then I realized man I got a grandma now that's half alive<br /> And honestly what happened in St. Louis probably happened in Detroit like twenty times<br /> I hope we finally see the signs<br /> Puttin' gas off in my Benzo, I ran into a youngin'<br /> The same age as me except he in the trash huntin'<br /> Asked me for some change I gave him like one somethin'<br /> Man to keep that shit a hunnid I wish I woulda gave a hunnid<br /> Cause if you ask me how I'm doin', shit you could do the math<br /> I just bought a five bedroom, four bath<br /> Three story, two car garage, I'm one man<br /> I just did it for my mom, finna do it for my dad<br /> And I ain't even sell my soul, imagine what I coulda got for that<br /> I made something out of nothing, it's like I pulled it out a hat<br /> Man when I'm done they gonna statue me, I turned my clique faculty<br /> Operations to factory, in my zone they won't tackle me<br /> Touched down in the city, the fucking walking target<br /> Still all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses<br /> If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest<br /> Nigga<br /> Straight upLyrics provided by TANCODEhttps://damnlyrics.com/" readonly=""/>

"4th Quarter" Lyrics


[Produced by Key Wane][Intro]
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time[Verse 1]
Now it's back to me nigga, I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory nigga, when I'm in the zone they won't tackle me nigga
I touched down in the city, a fuckin' walkin' target
Still man all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses
If you ask me what my interest, all my interest involve interest
It ain't nothing to cut that bitch off but you can't cut my percentage (No no)
With the bases loaded all we need's a hit, boy I'ma still swing for the fences (Gone)
I guess you tend to overdo it when you come up underprivileged, look
I came to my senses, I can never count on people
I can't even trust the senses in this world full of venom
All I need's my spider senses, my short temper to cool out
Yeah sometimes I need woosah, time to get paid by the goo-ghaas
My office on top of that rooftop, for my mama Myra Anderson

Tell me who gon' be set for life, Myra and her son, fo' sure
One time for the fam, they don't eat, I don't eat
I can't rest on my feet 'til they all on they feet
They say rest your eyes, I'm just like why?
Bitch I ain't never seen Ben Franklin sleep
But I do need that paper like sheet after sheet
I got so much drive ho, look both ways in the streets
When I heard 'bout all these singers and all they naked pictures I'm like "Did my email just leak?"[Interlude]
Hol' up
Lemme check, oh nah nah nah
They fake, we good, we good[Verse 2]
The stock goin' up, makin' all the right moves
Boy you would have thought I got tipped off (Tipped off)
You would have thought these niggas fell off a skateboard
The way they take these hoes and trick off (Trick off)
I got a rich girl, I swear they got all, man she's like a walkin' ATM
Except she ain't come in with drawls
I know you've been having G.O.O.D. Music withdrawls
I can not deal with the fuckery that fake shit you be in
All that bullshit that you rappin' honestly just make me cringe
Money doesn't grow on trees, okay someone explain to me
Then how the hell does my whole team just keep on rakin' it all in, hah?
We stressed on, we pressed on
Met with Hov and Bey they told us we next on
We dream that, been slept on, we kept on, we left home
Mama earlobes is VS stone
Her earrings so big she can't even fuckin' hear nothing nigga
Don't give a fuck, no I can't spare one nigga
No I do not have five wheels, I can't spare one nigga
Talkin' like I'm on the last cigarette because I had to take it back to square one nigga
Sometimes to win the war man you got to lose a battle
But if I lose a girl just know my next one gonna be badder
When I pulled up to the church, ooo, they thought it was the pastor
Heaven sent, raisin' hell, same time, what that's the rapture?
Didn't go to class for a second I swear I woulda failed everything
My passport was the only thing I'm passin', flyin' overseas turnin' dreams into habits
Turnin' coach to first classes, mom I'm never movin' back
And I put six years in the flow, okay, no wonder it got mastered
The flow need a dam, why it's doin' too much damage
God damn it's good to get it, even better with ya niggas
Call up my dog who been in and out depression
Said boy how you living, don't lie to me 'bout your feelings
On the outside you look fine but on the inside could be killin'
You act like a comedian but now you're Robin Williams
And now we cryin' rivers that nobody wants to swim in
When one phone call coulda been the one to prevent it
So I'm there for my dogs 'til we forever on
'Til we hit the dealership and cop the Megazord
Nigga that's the red range, white range, black range, green range, pink range
Yellow range, blue range, every neck comes with a few chains (Ohh shit)
I learned that every bad bitch comes with mood swings
Just like Mortal Kombat, Liu Kang man, so true man
G-5 down to Mexico, G.O.O.D. Music familiar man
We back at it to let you know, I figure it's best you know
In the middle of recordin' we got caught up in the news
About what happened in St. Louis
We midwest kids that shit coulda happened to us
I looked up the flight tonight
Then I realized man I got a grandma now that's half alive
And honestly what happened in St. Louis probably happened in Detroit like twenty times
I hope we finally see the signs
Puttin' gas off in my Benzo, I ran into a youngin'
The same age as me except he in the trash huntin'
Asked me for some change I gave him like one somethin'
Man to keep that shit a hunnid I wish I woulda gave a hunnid
Cause if you ask me how I'm doin', shit you could do the math
I just bought a five bedroom, four bath
Three story, two car garage, I'm one man
I just did it for my mom, finna do it for my dad
And I ain't even sell my soul, imagine what I coulda got for that
I made something out of nothing, it's like I pulled it out a hat
Man when I'm done they gonna statue me, I turned my clique faculty
Operations to factory, in my zone they won't tackle me
Touched down in the city, the fucking walking target
Still all my bitches miss me, yeah they miss me but not misses
If you ask me what's my interest, all my interest involve interest
Nigga
Straight up

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Sean Michael Leonard Anderson, (born March 25, 1988 in Detroit, Michigan), better known by his stage name Big Sean, is an American rapper signed to Kanye West's G.O.O.D Music and Island Def Jam. In 2005 he met West at a radio station, and after being impressed with Sean's obvious talents he signed him in 2007. So far he has released three mixtapes, 2007's Finally Famous, 2009's UKnowBigSean, and 2010's BIG. His debut album, Finally Famous, was released in June 2011 and featured guest appearances from hip hop superstars Kanye West, Chris Brown, Pharrell Williams, The-Dream, Wiz Khalifa, and Lupe Fiasco.

He was raised by his mother and grandparents who worked steadfastly to instill in him the principles of hard work and determination. Sean attended the Detroit Waldorf School, a school of art, from Kindergarten to 8th Grade where he was introduced to a spectrum of art and culture. He later attended Cass Technical High School where he furthered his music career, met life long friends, and gained the support of fans and peers as he independently sold copies of his music. Sean gained a strong relationship with 102.7FM, a local radio station in Detroit where he displayed his rhyming skills weekly. There, he met Kanye West after a radio interview in 2005 and got a chance to display his talent by freestyling for Mr. West, giving him a copy of his music and sending numerous tracks for him to critique. After months of submitting songs and numerous meetings, Sean finally got the call from Kanye West himself saying that he wanted to sign him.

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