Tema: Big Sean - Tekstovi Pesama

"100 Keys"


What follows is a hundred of 'em wrapped like a mummy


(Chorus-Big Sean)
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony


(Big Sean)
Boi
And they gon' risk a hundred lives
So they could rock a hundred whites
The guests look like a hundred lights
Man when blade died my city cried a hundred nights
Yeah I got a main girl, but I done hit a hundred types
Every wrong I do, I'm steady tryna do a hundred rights
Got it for cheap, compare the price
My nigga keep that low key, Barry White
And don't worry 'bout the info
From where they ride Pintos, and could afford Enzo's
'Cause everybody know, keys open doors (keys-keys open doors)
But bricks open windows
Countin' a hundred hundreds, more by more
Built this from the tile up, floor by floor
Talk shit, I send 'em door by door
Made for the Snow White like 4x4's(truck)


(Chorus-Big Sean)
I'm from a big city
Tryna make a living
Come to my hood
Everybody get it
And for that paper all the wrong things sound right
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Where I'm from they push a hundred keys and it sound like
Young niggas gettin' money, young niggas gettin' money
Just a bittersweet symphony

"To Fake"


[Verse 1: Big Sean]
They say I'm too fake, fuck it I'm paid
I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe
I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case
Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate
They say I'm too fake, fuck it I'm paid
I can't even find it, empty spot inside my safe
I got carnies on my eyes, Louis on my case
Lobster, shrimp, and calimari right here chilling on my plate
They tell me I'm on time, even when I'm late
Even if it's a lie they say everything is great
I'm grabbin' the fattest asses, just to see 'em shake
I swear I'm too real to be, I'm too real to be livin' so fake


[Chorus: hockey sample]
Look out!
Cause I'm just too fake for the world
I know it's just a game to me
I'm just too fake you see
I wish I didn't have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It's breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true


[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Yeah I know Sean, I swear that nigga ain't shit
Known him for forever and he ain't on the same shit
It breaks my heart when all the kids be yelling "You the mayne, Big"
He ain't no hometown hero, he on that LeBron James shit
Man I tell him suck my dick then choke on a nut
Cause when they see me it's oh Big was on
Man for the team, man, fam, or regime
Might knock down any door, open it up
Got old and now you startin' actin' different huh?
No really I wasn't fuckin' with you from the beginnin' bruh
Here we are, here we go, my circle tighter than a Cheerio
People want a handle like silver spoons
People want a handle like here you go
Man, the realest nigga I know is inside the mirror bro
And these fools be trippin' like a suitcase, a shoelace
They too fake, and I'm too real, yeah, boy


[Chorus: hockey sample]


Look out!
Cause I'm just too fake for the world
I know it's just a game to me
I'm just too fake you see
I wish I didn't have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It's breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true


Uh, I got too much soul for you, yeah


[Verse 3: Chiddy]
Fake it til you make it
What happens when you do?
Friends turn to strangers, so I'm a stranger, too
They want this or that
Boy gotta hustle like a flip or pack
Yeah go a nigga like get a scratch
When I hit the booth I came up with a sick attack
Oh yes, feelin' so strong we about to take the game like Conquest
Wish we fail, but they check pre-sales, and a hater gets proven wrong, yes
They just bantering, cause I'm not answering
Married to the music so I never give a hand a ring
But Chiddy jigga with these girls we be on the necks
And they get mad cause we really don't respond to text
Yeah, they say I, may be just on the shady side
Maybe I, grow so much and I smoke so much got a lazy eye
Yeah I'm too gone, this the new shit to get loose on
The boy Chiddy and Sean on a new song
If you ain't with it, tell me what the fuck you on
I said I in heads, made it off of Big chance
Yeah and still the game can make you fake like implant
I quit


[Chorus: hockey sample]
Look out!
Cause I'm just too fake for the world
I know it's just a game to me
I'm just too fake you see
I wish I didn't have to be but watch out
I got too much soul for the world
It's breaking my heart in two
I got too much soul for you
I don't like it but it's true

#4 Uobičajeno 19-11-2011 14:00

"Final hour"

Catch me running to the money until my feet lose feelin.
stack it wall to wall till its leaking through the ceilin.
Man
All fucking hundreds so whats that like a zillion?

working grave yard shifts cause we finna make a killin.
Went from intern to the owner of the building.
Bustin nuts counting money like oh what a feelin.
To be seeing what I'm seeing after I've seen what I've seen its like acting out a scene from a dream of my dream.(X2)
I got a dream that's worth more then my reality.
And pride that's worth more then a salary.
And a text from the girl I love I stopped calling
Quote I hope its worth all it.
Sometimes I feel I'm working just to work harder.
And then work harder than who worked the hardest. man the life of a workaholic .You either on your work or just workin on it.
Man fuck it kill'em all we gon need a ton of flowers.
And if you need impossibilie give me bout an hour.
Its time to turn a polaroid to a portrait.
Rockin street clothes gettin money like i'm corporate.
Youngin gettin it isn't life gorgeous.


Bet the crib on em and you'll end up with a fortress.

And ima need that new condo, town home, brown stone should I fuck with the dow jones.
Or maybe I'll put money on the block instead?
There's no need to save I could get change off the street next to the meter maid.
Cause I need a maid house with a piece of shade. Butlers doing such a good job that they need a raise. Bad chick with an angel ass and an alyiah face. Tryna show a little TNA.
Hell ya I'm tryna see the day
Man
life is so bright when you don't see the grey.
The new school appointed me to lead the way.
A real nigga to the DNA.
Me mike grace and dilla. Stickin to the script.
and what's her name still licken on my tip.
Gon a head and tell these bitches who there fuckin wit.
Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks.
Man to get where I'm at I'll make her suck a hundred dicks.
Her mouth lookin like dannon. Because of me and cannon and to get where we at she had to suck a hundred dicks. biatch
Man I got on versace shades,
Versace belt, versace shoes.
I might've fucked around and been the freshest nigga in the world today.
You dont understand man I came from nothing.
This is what I dreamed about.
This is what we dreamed about.
Boy. BIG Sean don nigga. Good Music. Finally famous in this gettin.
errythang. Detroit what up doe.