[Big Sean]

I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas

I'm from wear they rock ski masks, and nobody rides skis

Every time I spit a verse my city like preach

Niggas thought I got evicted how my shit up in the streets

B.I.G but ain't nothing obese but the feast

I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet, gotta hustle every second stackin' paper every week

I'm in the field nigga, I might run up in some cleats

Was in Japan so long I almost learned to speak, had to leave

Back to the hood where they don't understand unless you speakin' "trapanese"

If I fall down bet I only trampoline, bounce back thinking ima fall off.. Helair?

Doing well but my nigga's momma on welfare

Ridin' round the town and you know I'm safe and sound cause for me being in the hood is safer than Bel-Air

And people always talk about how my girl attractive, really though that's just a big distraction

I wanna teach 'em less that, and more about the law of attraction, and how you can have anything you imagine

If you put your mind to it... Maybe we can further their dreams... Take 'em where they want... Nurture their needs

Teach 'em early on, early as they can be, and maybe they can go further than me

Comin' from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls

Who knew from the concrete, that a rose had arose

Good girls stop being good, when I turn 'em into hoes

Dreams stop being dreams when I turn 'em into goals

Hallelujah gotta praise Him, Vegas; I be mandalay'in

Bad bitch; condom tastin, 4/5 compilation, never give em conversation

Never give 'em my safe's combination, while I'm Obama's nation OH GOD!

And you know I rap for days! Twice as good as favorite rapper, half the age

While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll niggas is half amazed...

I prolly got these rappers passin fray...

Look, New York you gotta feel me I was at the Rock The Mic tour

Barely old enough to hear it man and standin' next to Ye and Hov over there in Philly...

I was up in Paris man, standin' next to Diddy

And he introduced me as B.I.G

And told me I was killin'...

And not that I was disrespectin' Biggie...

So ya'll that talkin' that sound silly... lil niggas...

[CyHi The Prynce]

I say greatness takes time so you can't rush me

I ain't from Ohio but nigga my grams chubby

I know a lot of people in the State Pen

From touching that boy like Sandusky

If you from the midwest we call it dogfood

I'm so smart I should've went to law school

Dumbass niggas ain't never read a book

You thought a blazer and some slacks was a lawsuit

They say Prynce, what have the streets taught you?

Stay out of folks business if it don't involve you

When you on the grind, be careful who you talk to

I've been grinding so long that I think my balls blue

Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat

I get her super wet -- I call that a carpool

I move like a boss move, my name pull strings like I'm tryna play the harp fool

The streets is my philanthropy, these beats help a nigga keep his sanity

I'm riding round New York in my car, mellow, smoking on that Lala I feel like Mr. Anthony

I ain't from Ohio but I buck at hoes randomly

I put that cain on em like Danity

On the canopy, man I did it for my vanity

You get them types of perks when promoters pay you handsomely

I made at least a quarter mil annually

Cause I'm tied to them bows like Grammy week

If you come to my house right now..

You'll probably find a couple O's in my pantry

Should be nervous cause me with a pen is scary

Cause I bust like that pistol you tend to carry

Whatever cemetery they put me in when I'm buried

Just know I came out on top, missionary

Drop jewels like my chain broke, and I spit canaries

I'm in the 74 Chevy like I'm friends with Larry --

Hoover then they try to do ya, but I keep a Rueger

This tooler Indiana and I ain't never been to Gary

I tip em like Ben and Jerry

We're in the special team, we kick it like Vinatieri

You listenin to the boy in the class that used to read slow

But now I got shows booked cause I'm good with the dictionary

My diction is an addiction

The way I give a description, some may consider it snitchin'

Give it the picture how niggas was livin'

Y'all rather hear me rapping about stickin' dick in a vixen

I used to cut grass, no car just a bus pass

Now I puff enough gas, to fill up a truck dad

Treat your money like it's under your nose, you must stash

Enough cash for a rainy day

The forecast says, that it's partially cloudy

My partner said he wanted 4 circles I call it an Audi

Or a cutie pie, this the soundtrack, to Kooley High

I grew up round some niggas that was quick to let that Uzi fly

More guns than that movie guy, and my prayers go out to families of Theater 9

Prynce and the poet nigga -- that see's I can rhyme nigga

And then they ask me, what I keep a pistol fo'?

I say, without it I feel naked as a stripper ho

Thats how it is when you was raised by some triple OG's

The first thing they taught a nigga was keep a trigger close

Do this shit for Stone Mile, Stevenson, and Miller Grove

Swisher kisser, and I'm twistin' up that mistletoe

Dragon Ball Z cause I'm green as Piccolo

Eyes low like Ichiro nigga

[Common]

What’s next yo

I’m here with the flex

In Flex we Trust

It’s like an exodus

Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers

When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller

I come off my head like my hat do

MC stand still like a statue

Nut up like cashew

Cash you in then take a mic check

Who gets respect when Common’s on the deck?

It’s the G.O.O.D Music now you can just use it

Use it for your stuff

The brother got the tough

Type of things that go down

Niggas from Motown

Niggas from VA

Yo Flex the DJ

Niggas from the A

You know what we say

See I’m from the Chi so I say that’s my guy

And live or die that’s just how we do it

And when we come through, we always say G.O.O.D Music

I can let you know if you’re mad then you’re mad at yourself

These broads are always asking me questions about health

Food and all types of attitude

Niggas in the mood, yo the niggas getting rude

Click click click is murderers

Adventures of ya heard of us

Lambos is merciless

Bankrolls and purchases

Ask my bottom bitch ho what type of perks she gets

In the hood murking it

Time for some Percolone (?)

? Tic Tac and took it lightly

Keep a bad wife B

Thinking that I’m icey

Ay Ay Ay Ay We do it all through the day

Got these bitches waving at me like it’s a parade

Smoke Cheba with leaders

Pussy sweeter I eat her

Kids (?) with cheetahs

Yo that’s how I eat her

Came down in New York

With a new type of talk

Let them niggas know Push, yo this how we walk

It’s like Uhhh…

[Big Sean] [Who Shot Ya beat]

I always talk about my mom, man but shoutout to my dad

Who would drive me to school every single chance he had

Tell me about the crazy girls and all about his past

And gave me the talks that made me to a man

Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam

And he ain't come around until I made a hundred grand

Coming from Detroit where everybody say what up though

Horror movie shit cause everybody there a cut throat

Watch who you hustle with, you might not get a cut though

Even though you deserve a commission plus mo'

Was talking to a young boy and the shit he said was wild

Like "you're better than J. Cole, and Drake stole your style."

Yeah it's crazy many that's what the fuck you think this shit about

Stop thinking about what you can't fix and take care of your house

And grandma said when she saw my commercials

Stop having people at your show that wasn't at rehersal

I'm trying to get an office at the Empire State, and bring it back to umpire's plate

That's home, man I'm reppin' for my entire state, praying that I won't be late

[Cyhi Da Prynce]

I'm so forreal, if I were to die, I would be dead serious

G.O.O.D Music we the best period

Or you're deaf, like the number 3 on the phone

Y'all remember how them numbers used to be on the phone

Basking in the ambiance of the Madrean

Starving like it's Ramadan, get this Parmesan

Keep the peace, I'm like Ghandi with a tommy gun

Slung so many elbows, I think I might need Tommy John

But the rap game sweeter than a honey bun

And I could never fall off, and if I did, I'd bungee jump

That's funny huh, our money huh

Fuck a bitch, I'd rather see this money come

You can't see me no more, I'm out in the country chump

With a girl from Capetown and I got her from D'banj

I'm a don, Marcelo Burlon

I swear to Allah, my verses deserve to be in the Qur'an

[Outro]