Uknowbigsean Lyrics - Finally Famous 2: Uknowbigsean - Big Sean

(G.O.O.D.) (Press play, press play, press play) 

Yeah 

Ay 

I bounce back in this bitch like a reflex 

It's obvious they trying to stop Sean like an eclipse 

I'm laughing out loud to the point I might cry 

Cuz nobody blocking mine like a nigga 9-9 

See I am a phenom, you are a feline 

You are a bitch, boi! Sweeter than key lime 

D-Town 

The bullets and the people seem to ménage 

Hit you in your shirt, now your chest look like a collage 

This is not a fairy tale or facade 

Niggas tripping to the point, nowadays I'm yelling "Bon Voyage" 

So in and so forth, I go in and go hard 

And when it's time to go on, bet everybody go off 

Yeah, I know you niggas can't stand my city 

How they feel to hear a "Big" this good still living? 

I came from the bottom 

Remain at the bottom 

So long, I probably made a stain at the bottom (at the bottom) 

Yeah it floods when it rains at the bottom 

But my dynasty reign bitch, rain till we drowning 

And you're broke until you realize something 

That money's like fucking, yup, money's like fucking (ok) 

You grind hard enough then bitch'll keep cumming (yeah) 

I'd rather keep coming in the set and see nothing 

They like how he make something, when they ain't give him nothing 

How he stay proactive and kept the shit bumping (yeah) 

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I hop on top of tracks and just start Forrest Gumping (Gumping) 

Label full of stars like the fucking flag or something 

Everytime we do a show it's like a hip. hop. summit 

A beast ontop of beats, bitch my studio is haunted (is haunted?) 

Please believe me boy, cuz I will ghostwrite your shit like a Ouija Board (yeah) 

You hang with niggas draped in Louis Vuitton 

I hang with the niggas who make Louis Vuitton 

We running this shit with a baton, I promise (what) 

Ima bring it home, designated driver 

And all we want was money and power 

Some niggas moved powder, baked, without flour (without flour) 

Till they see our money rose like flour 

Resort to violence cuz we can't afford Islands (Amen) 

Damn reverend we need money and a blessing (a blessing) 

Just call it Creflo Dollars 

Missed church service (uh huh) 

My grandma say I'm reckless 

She mad that I'd rather rock Jesus on my necklace (Amen) 

Big cars, big cribs, big bills 

Always was a big deal way before the big deal 

And that's real 

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