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Текст песни Big Sean - Higher слова

16 сентября 2012 г. Просмотров: 974 RSS
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[Big Sean]

My, my, my, as the world turns

Today if I don’t earn, best believe I’m gon’ learn

If I can’t do either or, shit it’s none of my concern

Watch my enemies burn as I f-fill every urn, ah

Reminiscing on the rappers I would look up to

The ones who want my feature price and the hookup too

The girls I fantasized about tryna hookup too

Niggas seven feet, telling me I’m who they look up to

Huh, and bitches still telling me to grow up

Don’t invite ‘em to my shows but always still manage to show up

Man, I made myself a boss and then I gave me a promotion

And I step inside the booth and change the world like I be voting

So when you step inside my office, treat that place like it’s the Oval

El presidente, lord, sensei

Do ya job, it could be pay your rent day, getting riskay

Crazy nigga, they ain’t seen it like this since ‘Ye, yea

Well this the life that I live

Collecting everything overdue, for all the work that I overdid

D-Town but Chi-Town they love me like I’m Oprah kid

Tryna make it to the top so I can let my dogs know it exist

‘Cause when you come from the bottom man it’s so hard to get a glimpse

So hard to get a glimpse, so while I’m here I might take a pic

And show ‘em that it’s more to the world than tryna make a living

Like changing it then looking back and saying that we did it

Okay, como me llamo

She say Ingles, no hablo, man unless it’s eat me out though

Benihani, my McDonald, all black leather jackets

While I ride in my Diablo, swear I feel like I’m Keanu

Wishing Lamborghinis made of fire though

‘Cause I got too many real mufuckas I ride for, die for, uh

Straight out the metropolitan

My city need a hero so I treat it like Metropolis

And it’s a few bad Lois Lanes I can name

Even though I’m me, Lord knows that I can’t say

But I’m still the same me, same clique, the same hood, the same bitch

I came up, my bank up, but I stack that like I ain’t rich

Back when we was on college tours with Wale, man we ain’t make shit

From Greensboro to SoCal, man all the way back to Cambridge

And Michigan State, close to my Michigan estate

Man we was trying to get away, man we was trying to get our day

And damn (damn), tomorrow never seemed so close

And life ain’t what it seem no mo’ (no mo’)

‘Til I was standing next to Puff and Hov, off the French coast

A million dollars never seemed so broke

And every bitch I’m fucking praying they the one I settle with

And niggas suing me and they just banking on the settlement

Never settling, life is too fast just to settle in

So many rocks up in my bezel, police thought embezzlement like damn!


Shit, can’t a young nigga live man

We done worked too hard

Yup, GOOD, Finally Famous nigga

We aint never going broke nigga!

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