[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...
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...
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