Verse
Big Sean]
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I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night
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I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice
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I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice
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I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life
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Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (Brrr!)
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Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
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I'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too."
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Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too
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Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!)
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I've been talkin' to God like that's my therapist
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I'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shit
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But a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shit
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Eon, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint
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Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead
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From where they need a handout
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But they tell you put hands up
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Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club
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Now it's blue blood in my veins
Though you know what I came for
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Born in a world goin' where they told me I can't go
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In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
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Get ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim for
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When my grandma died I realized I got an angel
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Show me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the angles
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Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
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That's my new lifetime policy
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Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship
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How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'
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The pictures we been paintin'? My nigga
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Connected to a higher power—how I know?
N.C.
'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
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Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
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'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
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Never stoppin' like we hypnotized
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Watch what we visualize on the rise
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Be the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods
[Hook: Big Sean]
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Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
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You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
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Everything lined up for the takin'
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And what I need from 'em? No favors
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Clique too big, bread gotta break it
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'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
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Everything lined up for the takin'
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And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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If she was flavor, I won't save her
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No taste buds, ho, later!
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Fuck you lookin' at, hater?
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I saw them eyes, like an ass raper
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Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
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I'll be the last face you see 'fore you pass
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When you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paper
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So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm early
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My age is reversing, I'm basically thirty
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Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
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Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
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Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
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They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
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Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
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B piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos
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It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy
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But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
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Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
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State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks
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Brady's returning, matter of fact I may be deserving
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Of a pat on the back, like a Patriots jersey
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Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
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Like a fuckin' Terrier hid in it
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Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
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Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth
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Like a missile, a thunder cloud
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Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound
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And you'll get a round, like Digital Underground
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And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
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With a lamp post, door handle, shutter
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B damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener
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B candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker
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Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover
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Hand over the mouth and nose smother
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Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
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The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
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Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her
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That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
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Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn
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I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando
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Your man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
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I'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)
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And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.
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White Bronco like Elway, speeding
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I'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey DD in?
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Females stay beating 'em
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Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleading
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But screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium
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Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt
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Straight treating 'em like a cellmate
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Seedy, I'm climbing hell's gate
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Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made
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Meaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma…
[Hook: Big Sean]
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Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
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You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
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Clique too big, bread gotta break it
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'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
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Everything lined up for the takin'
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And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
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What I need? No favors
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Everything lined up for the takin'
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And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Outro]
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(I know you feeling yourself right now.)
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(But I'm not sure she's the one—I wouldn't call her, man.).
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"Hey, I'm outside."
What are you doing here?