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Big Sean

Genres: Hip-Hop

Life Should Go On Lyrics - Big Sean

From the West but I'm heading to the Northside 

That's the top, I need a crib on the shoreside 

I need a backyard full court size 

From where the judge is the only thing that's courtside 

Chasing money in the city of crime 

Cash back so then it's black bags under my eyes 

Man fuck it I got a dream worth more than my sleep 

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats 

Man fuck these hating ass bitches I'm gone 

They told me no then I reverse it I'm on, I'm on! 

I'm on, I'm on, they told me no then I reverse it I'm on 

Mama had 2 jobs I know that she was working for me 

Ten years later, I got her working for me 

Hired the whole family like mobsters 

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors 

Grandma called, see me on the Billboards around the city 

Man going around around the world so many times I'm dizzy 

London or Japan, Orlando, Walt Disney 

Paris, Abu-Dhabi, California weed twistin' yup! 

Texas to Toronto where they love that nigga Drizzy 

All the way to Detroit, the whole city fucking with me 

Heading to the money, whole city coming with me 

And I'mma rep the city 'til the reaper come and get me yup! 

 

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And this is how life should go 

Everything I wanted never seem so close 

Good people, good drinks, good smoke 

Got me thinking this is how life should go 

This is how life should go 

Everything I wanted never seem so close 

Family all around, all highs no lows 

Got me thinking this is how life should go 

 

Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher 

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches 

And this ain't biblical but this sermon is spiritual 

'Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few 

The upper percentile 

Whipping whatever I, 460LS you 

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle 

Know that it's God working 

Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles 

Yeah, Maybach poetic genius 

You buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a seven Beemer 

I'm trampolining on niggas and I actually mean it 

A fly nigga, I keep having the gravity grievous 

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features 

That's like a complacent atheist is asking for Jesus 

Riding around without a fuck given 

Behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten 

The best in my position, I'm passionate with lyrics 

And they ain't fucking with the kid like Chris Hansen in the kitchen 

I'm handsome to these women, I'm envied by these no ones 

That's no Joakim Noah, nigga everybody know us 

And even if you don't drink everybody po' up 

'Cause all these hating niggas probably never gon' show up 

Never hate on no one, your blessing's getting closer 

Even when I'm open, it's nothing to Ed Cota wassup 

 

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Could you tell me where to go? I need direction 

Where are we now? Where's the intersection? 

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception 

In this cold world, it's all about collection 

So I, I stack paper and keep it ghetto 

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world 

I made a promise to the mirror 

That I'd, never ever ever go broke 

Riding through the city, I be riding through the city 

All I know is bad bitches, I got Finally Famous with me though 

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled 

 

So I'mma drink and smoke and fuck and go go go 

Like it's all I know, all I know 

Like it's all I know, all I know 

Like it's all I know, all I know 

All I know, all I know -ow -ow 

-ow -ow -ow 

 

While I'm flying over Italy, flying over cities 

Got my carry-on but really wish I had a pound with me though 

My watch is thirty thousand dollars, Dolce and Gabana 

I done spent so much in Prada, I don't wanna know 

I'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now 

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints 

Seen the how-to video now he on point 

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one 

If I ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none 

Just put on one of me or Big Sean's CDs and roll me some 

And there's only one, you know you know 

Khalifa got, I stay high like Pluto 

 

Okay, I'm going hard (I'm going hard), I'm going dumb (I'm going dumb) 

I'm going in (I'm going in), 'til I'm going numb ('til I'm going numb) 

I got a lot to say, I don't hold my tongue 

I just hold money, don't hold me up 

Rolling in more green than a hole in one 

You got more than me? Then shit roll somethin' 

See I be off of that tree, people tell me I shouldn't be 

But early on, my mom taught me that everything green is good for me 

I wake up to three girls, my role model is Hugh Hef 

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck 

I don't dance, I two step, my weed loud, it suplex 

I came up from that basement, man straight up out of that duplex 

Bitch, if I ain't a G, I'm an OG 

Two fingers on my joint, one to the policeeeee 

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