Me, Myself & I (freestyle) Lyrics - Big Sean

Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the beat 

We Ready? Yeah 

Man this like one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man 

What up though, Bey? Yeah 

Sean Don 

Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the rise 

Long as I got charts, it's never me, myself & I 

Straight up, champagne 

Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain't need a receipt 

All the internet plumbers, you know looking for the leaks 

Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street 

This show is just getting started, don't worry man take a seat 

I got mom and bro around like whats better than the family 

Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the Grammy's 

On the phone with my dad trying to handle whats out of hand 

Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin) 

Funny man what all those times meant to us 

Girls ask me why they call me big, that shit ambiguous 

Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can't feel that shit 

Ya'll used to didn't feel my shit and now ya'll like "you hear this shit?" 

Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, where I be 

Fresh as my nigga IB, what up to Don C 

The most improved player, watch me turn that I to a V 

On my third LP but by the time its IV 

That's the fourth, don't be surprised if I'm in first with high leads 

We came a long way from having hands together like God Please 

Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out 

Yeah I call that bitch the enterprise 

I hop up on the song with Em, Jay, and K, watch me hold my own 

Bitch it's Sean 

s standing out like it close at 10 o'clock and its 10: 05 

Oh boy, I spit that spiritual 

Yeah I'm the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too 

And my city going through hell, they need a miracle too 

You're more about showing off, I'm more about show and prove 

Ya'll braggin about so and so, like "Oh, he really it? 

The new nigga in rap? Well, can he really spit?" 

Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of these rappers do 

And then ya'll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit 

I'm like "Aw, man. Here we go" 

I'm not the same man I was a year ago 

I learned that life could be a merry-go 

Moving at a stand still is the scenario 

I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo 

Crazy what a cold bitch'll do for palm trees 

Type that can't hold my hand even if they palm read 

Got a good girl at home, yeah that's all me 

I gave my number out on the outro I'm like "call me", real nigga 

Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical 

Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different food 

I got her listenin to music that she wouldn't listen to 

Got her vibin to Nas, she like "Man, This what I been missin, boo?" 

I'ma do what I didn't do, all the ridicule is just fuel 

I'ma take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal 

Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the safe 

Respect in this bitch like a gun on my waist 

Rappin like I got a gun in my face 

I treat my life like I be runnin a race 

Supa Dupa flow, up up and away 

You at the top, well I'm on the way 

I'ma come for your spot then I cum in your face 

I been trying to make I gotta have it to a habit 

Addicted to the mathematics, I'ma add-it addict 

Beware of the niggas who abandon when your shit was abandoned 

But there for the mansion 

Then hit after hit after hit 

Somebody tell me what's the fuckin batting average 

Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it 

Clique rainin so hard, you can white water raft it 

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Man, we just fucking around, man 

Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around 

We was in three different cities today, man 

Shout out to my old team 

Man, we been going hard as fuck 

My nigga Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe 

Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man 

Boogie waddup doe 

Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can't believe this shit 

I can't believe it 

Hey waddup doe Detroit 

Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my fans 

I do this for ya'll 

We put our hearts into this shit 

My boys damn near gone 

I don't know its like 5 in the morning 

We ain't slept in fuckin days 

We do this from the heart man 

And we did out our way 

Boss up, it's time to get it, yeah 

Countin blessings over money 

Straight up 

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