Late 808

I start thinking, how many souls hip-hop has affected

How many dead folks this art resurrected

How many nations this culture connected

Who am I to judge one’s perspective?

Writing ability.

Long lights.

Precision.

Value.

And a reputation.

Just look for the name

Just put your pinky rings up to the moon

Girls, what y’all trying to do?

24 karat magic in the air

Head to toe so player

I give them the truth, so they approach the situation, with ammunition

keep nothing away, they hear everything, cause they know how to listen

Teach them the game, so they know they position, so they can grow

And make decisions, that change the world, and break old tradition

Livin’ the life we imagined

I cut off all my distractions, and started attackin’

Whole team gotta have it, loyalty is all I’m askin’

Big Sean

For what’s money without happiness?

Or hard times without the people you love

Though I’m not sure what’s ’bout to happen next

I asked for strength from the Lord up above

Cause I’ve been strong so far

But I can feel my grip loosening

Quick, do something before you lose it for good

Get it back and use it for good

When we die, the money we can’t keep

But we probably spend it all cause the pain ain’t cheap

I want someone who like the champagne I like, my a-alike

Someone to talk me off the bridge any day or night

She teach me how to live, she ain’t afraid of life

Not easily impressed with the rich and famous life

‘Cause she done been there and heard all the rumors before

She loves art, she ride out with me on my music tour

She like the herb’s natural medicine, she cookin’ good

She tell me everything is cool when it ain’t lookin’ good

So go on and let the rain pour

I’ll be all you need and more

I ain’t a killer but dont push me

Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain’t callin’

I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom

I sent two letters back in autumn

You must not’ve got ’em

There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin’

Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot ’em

Can’t you see the private jets flying over you?

Tell me who you loyal to

Is it money? Is it fame? Is it drink?

Is it coming’ down with the loud pipes and the rain?

Big chillin’, only for the power in your name

Tell me who you loyal to

Is it love for the streets when the lights get dark?

Is it unconditional when the ‘Rari don’t start?

Tell me when your loyalty is coming’ from the heart

Get to know somebody and you really learn a lot about ‘em

Won’t be long before you start to doubt ‘em

Tell yourself you better off without ‘em

Then in time you will find can’t walk without ‘em

These quiet thoughts of you been going on for years now

I saw you in the party, soft lips, soft spoken

I came and talked to you but homie interfered now

He introduced you as his girl and I was heartbroken

Some people talk about that love at first sight shit

To keep it real I don’t know whether I believe it’s true

But if it is then tell me if I’m wrong or right

If I fell in love with you before I ever even knew

I love who you are, love who you ain’t —

Let’s hit the attic to hide out for ’bout two weeks

It’s 1995

And now that I’m older, stress weighs on my shoulders

Heavy as boulders, but I told y’all

Until the day that I die I still

Will be a soldier and that’s all I told ya

And that’s all I showed ya

What’s understood ain’t gotta be explained

But you don’t understand me

So let me explain

Stood in the heat

The flame

The snow

Please slow

Down hurricane

So I typed a text to a girl I used to see

Sayin’ that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be

And I apologize if this message gets you down

Then I CC’ed every girl that I’d see-see ’round town

Threw his own youth off the roof after paradise

Leave it to Beaver

I pull up in Bentleys with London, they all want to meet him

Yeah, they all wanna greet him

The only thing on a mind of a shark is: Eat

By any means

And you’re just sardines

Your trunk in the front

Well check this out my top in the trunk

Man I swear my life is perfect, I could merch it

If I die I’ll prolly cry at my own service, igh, igh!

It was a dream, you could not mess with the Beam

This is like this many rings

Y’all know wha’ mean?

This for the kids of the king of all kings

This is the holiest thing

This is the beat that played under the Word

This is the sheep that ain’t like what it heard

This is officially first

This is the third

And I didn’t even try to work a job

Represent the mob

At the same time thirsty on the grind

Chi state of mind

Lost my momma, lost my mind

Life my love, that’s not mine

Sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through

God knows that I’d do anything for a part two, or to

Be prayin’ for the day you come back to me, sayin’ that you forgive me

Give me another chance, I’m needin’ it like a kidney

I don’t wanna advance, give me back her hands

Give me back her touch

But if you really cared for her, then you wouldn’t have never hit the airport to follow your dreams

Sometimes I still talk to her, but when I talk to her

It always seems like she talking ’bout me

My life story strictly business never blew my chance

Moms kicked me out the house when I was flipping “I’m The Man”

Put the boys on the street, make them walk this beat

Teach them how to eat, and to seek for peace

Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide

Gonna find you and take it slowly

Ready or not, here I come, you can’t hide

Gonna find you and make you want me

I get mad frustrated when I rhyme

Thinking of all the kids that try to do this for all the wrong reasons

Season change mad things rearrange

But it all stays the same like the love doctor Strange

Daddy looking down, I know he see me blowin’ up

My grandma would be so proud

Tell me them lies that you want me to hear

I try to forget, but it’s hard to forgive

The way that I met her was on tour at a concert

She had long hair and a short miniskirt

I just got onstage drippin’, pourin’ with sweat

I was walkin’ through the crowd and guess who I met

I whispered in her ear, “Come to the picture booth

So I can ask you some questions to see if you are a hundred proof”

It’s like I remember slap boxing now we clap shots to catch props

From knocking rocks on the block to chop the fat crops and jock

I see the Jakes and motivate cause half my team be holding weight

We march across the Golden Gate Bridge, my mind is in the soldier state

The Mac Dad will make you jump jump

Daddy Mac will make you jump jump

Kris Kross will make you jump jump