Letra de - Big Sean

(Yeah, boy)

Never wore a wire but you're gon' have to wire me

Face-off in the Wall Street Journal, off of treating beats like they a diary

Ridin' to my own shit, you boys don't inspire me

These hoes don't inspire me

They really think they pressin' me (shh) the irony

The storm coming quietly, guess it's time to wreak havoc on you so-called prodigies

P and Coach K flow, I control the quality

I mean I might even have to even throw him a lil boat (pff)

I'm seeing niggas getting drowned out cause they can't switch up the flow

Just give em' a year or two and they gettin' exposed

Dark sky, my son already here but I'm still in that mode

And I'm done being thoughtful to people that's thoughtless

Or there for people who ain't all the way there

I'm done giving my heart to people that's broken hearted and then wondering why i'm exhausted

(Yeah, yeah, boy, boy)

My OG from the mud, he don't know about mud baths

He never seen a spa, boy the streets is a bloodbath

Invested in myself fully, why would I cut back?

It's time, they got a one-up the score when I touch back

Talkin' to the mayor like "Where is the judge at?"

How far we had to dig to bring 42 Dugg back?

They really tried to lowball us, we above that

They gotta be pussy, all I'm thinkin' is "Fuck that"

If you study me back then you gotta re-learn me

I just left the Nike meeting designing the jerseys

Been working all week, you just Weekend At Bernie's

You spend more than you earnin', and I know y'all feeling the heat from the bridges you burnin'

Then when I turn your ass to ash you still didn't earn it

If you think we on bad terms then call my attorney

Just know you haven't touched what I touched

Or who I touched

Or where I touched

Now matter how you look at it, it's unfair as fuck

Talking crazy to you bitches, unforgivable

You never had a hit, I swear your wife not even hittable

You worried 'bout a body count instead of what the bitch could do

Surviving through some shit, not even livable

Don't fuck up whatchu doing, over what somebody did to you

Remember in the future it's just manifest and put it in your ritual

Fast-forward I be right there waiting on the richer you

You only understand it if it's meant for you

Yeah the main attract, I run this bitch they can't keep track

Your shit not hittin', it's low impact

It's not a diss if this shit facts

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