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BIG SEAN

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[Verse 1: Drake]

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 motherf***er mine uh ha

I'm a underground king hoe

I sit tall I swing low

The game is not the always fair and that's the thing though

You can play your heart out everybody do not 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 is not the never answering

You ain'ta figured out I am the reason that she canceling

I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can not come in

Call me Ron Bergundy ya'll the other anchormen

What's on the news trick, gossiping bout music

Cause rumors I'm the new shit

And guess what it's true bitch

[Chorus:]

We made it

We made it

We made it

They hate us

They hate us

They hate us

They hate us

[Drake:]

I feel like we made it

But we made enough ain'ta

It's so amazing

You woulda thought we made enough

[Big Sean:]

Man I was made to be greater

Made for the grind

Made for the lights

Made for the shine

[Verse 2: Big Sean]

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 is not the my girl but every leader needs a Monica

I'm the head of my estate that is not the 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 is not the 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 not stay in that f***ing 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 motherf***ers hear me

We made it

[Chorus]