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    BIG SEAN

    Finally Famous Vol. 3: BIG 2010 ©

    Made

    Yeah, alright
    Uhh,
    Lowkey Peter Parker flow
    Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though
    Private flights no hassle I just park and go
    I'm the highlight like when markers glow
    Oooooh, look what you created
    Only got yourself to blame
    I remember when you hated ooooh,
    Now you tell me take my time,
    How bout I just take your city make that motherfucker mine uh ha
    I'm a underground king hoe
    I sit tall I swing low
    The game ain't always fair and that's the thing though
    You can play your heart out everybody don't get a ring though
    You are in the presence of a champion
    Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in
    You always be calling her, she ain't never answering
    You ain't figured out I am the reason that she canceling
    I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can't come in
    Call me Ron Bergundy ya'll the other anchormen
    What's on the news trick, gossiping bout music
    Cause rumours I'm the new shit
    And guess what it's true bitch


    We made it
    We made it
    We made it
    They hate us
    They hate us
    They hate us
    They hate us


    I feel like we made it
    But we ain't made enough
    It's so amazing
    You woulda thought we made enough

    Man I was made to be greater
    Made for the grind
    Made for the lights
    Made for the shine


    Ay look,
    I need less friends more bread
    Less talk more head
    Used to ride escorts now I get escorted (do it)
    I'm just waiting on my cue dog no pledge
    Said she like all girls I turn that bitch co-ed
    Threw on my track team hand on my baton to her
    Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica
    Who got up on my nurse so I had to platonic her
    No that ain't my girl but every leader needs a Monica
    I'm the head of my estate ain't that ironic huh
    I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer
    Ohh, I'm who they going ape shit over
    I'm who your girlfriend acting like she ain't shit over
    See broads over niggas but business over broads
    See business equals money and money's over all
    I'm tryna move my momma from the ghetto's to the meadows
    Well she can't stay in that fucking hood forever, forever
    Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage check and a chick
    Fast girls, faster whip, big chains master shit
    Bitch I'm living everyday month yearly
    Yell until you motherfuckers hear me
    We made it

    2010 ©


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