Late 808

My excuse is that I’m young

Can I? finally take the time and open up to you, Baby?

Cause that’s the side you never get to see

Since you been gone, I been having withdrawals

You were such a habit to call

I ain’t myself at all, had to tell myself, “Naw

She better with some fella with a regular job”

I didn’t wanna get her involved

By dinner Mr. Benjamin was sitting in awe

Hopped into my car; drove far

Far’s too close and I remember my memory’s no sharp

Butter knife, what a life, anyway

I’m building y’all a clock, stop, what am I, Hemingway?

When I’m lifted, I’m high, with new clothes on, I’m fly

Cars is whips and sneakers is kicks

Money is chips, movies is flicks

Also, cribs is homes, jacks is pay phones

Cocaine is nose candy, cigarettes is bones

A radio is a box, a razor blade is a ox

Fat diamonds is rocks and jakes is cops

And if you got robbed, you got stuck

Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don’t check bags

I just carry-on, leave that bullsh.. in the past

That’s how it is for me cause I live a boss’ life

Engine, engine, number nine

On the New York transit line

If my train goes off the track

Pick it up! Pick it up! Pick it up!

Let’s stay together ’til we’re ghosts

I want to witness love, I never seen it close

Yeah, but I guess I gotta find it first

That’s why I’m really going off, fireworks

Sittin high, still ridin dem big whips

Still fly, still grindin, getting big checks

Turn your face towards the sun

Let the shadows fall behind you

Don’t look back, just carry on

And the shadows will never find you

The American Dream, may you never wake up

In the end they’ll judge me anyway, so whatever

We are still kids, but we’re so in love

Fightin’ against all odds

I know we’ll be alright this time

Darling, just hold my hand

Be your girl, you’ll be my man

And I see my future in your eyes

Lighting stog after stog, choke on the smoke

They tell me to quit, don’t listen what I’m told

Help me forget that this world is so cold

I don’t even know what I’m chasin’ no more

I don’t give a damn ’bout my reputation

You’re living in the past, it’s a new generation

A girl can do what she wants to do and that’s what I’m gonna do

American hypocrisy, oh, let me count the ways

They came here seekin’ freedom

Then they end up ownin’ slaves

Justified it usin’ Christianity which saves

Religion don’t mean shit, there’s too much ego in the way

Why would I hop in some beef (why?)

When I could just hop in a Porsche?

You heard she gon’ do what from who?

That’s not a reliable source, no

So tell me, have you seen her?

Let me wrap my weave up

I’m the trap Selena

Dame más gasolina (skrrt)

Put your bifocal on, watch me a-cometh

into your chamber like Freddy enter dream

Discombumberate your technique and your scheme

Four course applause, like a black dat to dat

You’re stuck on stupid like I’m stuck on the map

Ninety-six ways I made out, Montana way

The Good-F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray

Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray

A glass of ‘ze, make a man Cassius Clay

I’m fearless, now hear this, I’m earless

And I’m peerless, that means I’m eyeless

Which means I’m tearless, which means my iris

Resides where my ears is, which means I’m blinded

Though nothing, will keep us together

We could steal time, just for one day

We can be heroes, forever and ever

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