(Verse: Big Sean)
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My, my, my, as the world turns
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Today if I don¡¯t earn, best believe I¡¯m gon¡¯ learn
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If I can¡¯t do either or, shit it¡¯s none of my concern
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Watch my enemies burn as I f-fill every urn, ah
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Reminiscing on the rappers I would look up to
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The ones who want my feature price and the hookup too
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The girls I fantasized about tryna hookup too
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Niggas seven feet, telling me I¡¯m who they look up to
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Huh, and bitches still telling me to grow up
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Don¡¯t invite ¡®em to my shows but always still manage to show up
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Man, I made myself a boss and then I gave me a promotion
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And I step inside the booth and change the world like I be voting
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So when you step inside my office, treat that place like it¡¯s the Oval
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El presidente, lord, sensei
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Do ya job, it could be pay your rent day, getting riskay
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Crazy nigga, they ain¡¯t seen it like this since ¡®Ye, yea
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Well this the life that I live
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Collecting everything overdue, for all the work that I overdid
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D-Town but Chi-Town they love me like I¡¯m Oprah kid
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Tryna make it to the top so I can let my dogs know it exist
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¡®Cause when you come from the bottom man it¡¯s so hard to get a glimpse
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So hard to get a glimpse, so while I¡¯m here I might take a pic
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And show ¡®em that it¡¯s more to the world than tryna make a living
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Like changing it then looking back and saying that we did it
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Okay, como me llamo
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She say Ingles, no hablo, man unless it¡¯s eat me out though
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Benihani, my McDonald, all black leather jackets
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While I ride in my Diablo, swear I feel like I¡¯m Keanu
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Wishing Lamborghinis made of fire though
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¡®Cause I got too many real mufuckas I ride for, die for, uh
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Straight out the metropolitan
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My city need a hero so I treat it like Metropolis
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And it¡¯s a few bad Lois Lanes I can name
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Even though I¡¯m me, Lord knows that I can¡¯t say
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But I¡¯m still the same me, same clique, the same hood, the same bitch
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I came up, my bank up, but I stack that like I ain¡¯t rich
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Back when we was on college tours with Wale, man we ain¡¯t make shit
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From Greensboro to SoCal, man all the way back to Cambridge
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And Michigan State, close to my Michigan estate
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Man we was trying to get away, man we was trying to get our day
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And damn (damn), tomorrow never seemed so close
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And life ain¡¯t what it seem no mo¡¯ (no mo¡¯)
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¡®Til I was standing next to Puff and Hov, off the French coast
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A million dollars never seemed so broke
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And every bitch I¡¯m fucking praying they the one I settle with
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And niggas suing me and they just banking on the settlement
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Never settling, life is too fast just to settle in
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So many rocks up in my bezel, police thought embezzlement like damn!
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Shit, can¡¯t a young nigga live man
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We done worked too hard
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Yup, GOOD, Finally Famous nigga
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We aint never going broke nigga!
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Higher
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| KeY Wane |
