[Verse 1: Big Sean]
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I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
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Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
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Parents always tried keep me home
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But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on
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Whats up, Finally Famous
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I had it on my jacket way back in high school
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Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school
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So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
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At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heard shit like this
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I woke up early on a saturday
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Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
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Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: "Go rap for Ye
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He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday"
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Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass
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Then called him back like "Fuck, let's do it"
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I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
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I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
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Like, "Let's do it"
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[Interlude: Kanye West and DJ Mo Beatz]
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When I heard the songs he was doing
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Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music
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(BIG! SEAN!) [x5]
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[Verse 2: Big Sean]
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Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging bitches,
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Thanking God Almighty, condoms were invented
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Cause I had a yellow bone
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That could've come from out the Simpsons man
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Who claim she never did it (Yeah right)
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But under these conditions she was with it
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Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
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I been gon for five hours, fuck, my head still spinning
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Fucked the hotel up, shit she probably still in it,
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Getting rest that I be missing, but fuck it I'm on a mission
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Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the shit that I hate
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Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
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I know the Program Director hot, but I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
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That everybody in that bitch forgot, Now I'm running late for sound check
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And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
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And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
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Manager said we ain't got time, But time to time
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You gotta make time when it's time for karma to come back around
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I say "Aye dawg, What you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
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Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid
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Tryna follow me get in a maze, Leave you minute maid
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Um, I'm like a young black Eminem, it's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan
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Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
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And the bunch just synonyms about how he was living in,
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I ain't even let him finish shit, I mean I can't lie he was alright
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But at his age, shit so was I,so give him my email on a fly
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And if it sound good, then I reply Uhh
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[Interlude: Trick Trick and Shorty]
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[Trick Trick:] Hello
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[Shorty:] Ay nigga, Ay trick, where you at nigga
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[Trick Trick:] Ay what up, whats good, whats up man?
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[Shorty:] Ay bro, ay nigga I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg
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[Trick:] What!
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[Shorty:] Bro, haha, I just rapped for this nigga Big Sean dawg, aye
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[Trick:] Oh hell naw, what?
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[Shorty:] Hey I ran into this nigga, but aye he cool as hell man
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[Trick:] Awwww Dang! Tight!
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[Shorty:] Bet, He short as hell though.
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[Both:] Hahahaha
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[Shorty:] But that nigga was cool though man
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[Trick:] Alright!
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[Shorty:] Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars.
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[Outro 1: Big Sean]
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Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
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In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe
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What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
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What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
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But when the world drives you out, and your gas tank is on E
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All the faith that you had, just ain't all the faith that you need
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All the faith that I have, just ain't all the faith that I need
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I'm sorry.
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[Outro 2: Mama Myra]
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I know you're not my child talking like that.
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Focus shifting the negative energy, into something positive.
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And the easiest way to do that, is to be grateful for all the things that you do have,
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For your health, for your family, your friends, all the people that care about you.
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You've got food to eat, you've got a place to stay.
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Ugh you know, let's feel good, let's get happy, boi! haha
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Nothing Is Stopping You
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| Big Sean |
