Album Name

Detroit 2

Artist

Big Sean

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.09.04

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

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Hit-Boy
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Fuck that talkin' let the clip slam 'em
Yellow bands around them hundreds
you know how much that is Tens
Too much to give me cash
they had to wire me the backend
Send it
Niggas in here lookin' tough
you know that I got mag in What
Ask me am I only rappin'
you know I got that bag in
You see it
Bandman like Lonnie Lonnie
want my head Come find me
Come get it
Lil' bro in that bitch chillin'
he ain't tryna come home cocky
He chillin'
He comin' home to a dollar Dollar
and a mansion and a chopper
What else
In the desert on a dirt bike Skrrt
VLONE shirt and the Pradas Fresh
Big nigga fresher than you
fuck you and your stylist Woah
Paid ninety for my grill then lost it
that's why I ain't smilin' Damn
You got Sean you got Hit
you got Grizz
Kash Doll'll paint you red
throw you in the water
they gon' think you a lobster nigga
Gang
Uh
I just dropped a kit
you dropped out of school
These hoes wanna be famous
'til they make the news
All my bitches winnin'
how it feel to lose
Nigga tryna get the box
like he finna move
Bitch I'm at my pinnacle
I used to shop at Pinnacle
Your nigga still drink Pinnacle
bitch your taste is pitiful
I talk cash shit you ain't cash shit
Call up Baby Choppa Cash Kidd
and spend my casket
You stay back like adlibs
I buy I don't ask shit
I pop shit and pop tags bitch
this new era be cappin' uh
Me Sean T off that Pusha T
ain't no pushin' me
Bro might put you on a tee
dot my I's and cross my T's
Bro might put you six feet
or bro gon'
put your on your feet
But bro can't put you onto me
A-plus pussy worth a B nigga uh
You niggas ain't worth no B
fuck outta here
I keep dyin' in my dreams
but life great when I stay woke
Bet you love dreamin'
that's the only time
you ain't broke
Try me 40 make you back up off me
like DeJ Loaf and Big Sean
Get triggered down Jhene Aiko
Gotta keep Glock in the fanny
Nigga you not finna ham me huh
Put a body on a ratchet
I feel like Dr Miami
Niggas tryna ride my wave
like they stoppin' a taxi
On a six in a Lam'
but I'm not that bitch Mary
Helluva made this beat baby
four-one
They counted me out
I came back with a vengeance
In back-to-back Benzes
back-to-back winnin'
Rap failed oh well
give me back my scale
And a burn-out cell
I'll grow clientele
Four-one P I don't sell dreams
I wholesale P's
Want half's nigga don't call me
don't insult me Boy
Wrist frosty 'bout eighty
what this shit cost me
Don't worry I'll make it back
before you sip coffee
I run with hustlers and bosses
bosses and hustlers Yeah
Had to find my hustle
I was lost in the gutter
Got out that jam
now it's foriegns
with the seat peanut butter
Bitch it's BYLUG for life
never crossin' my brothers
Let's go
Helluva made this beat baby
I fuck with 6 Mile
not too much the 7
they freed the 4s
That's your bitch huh Well
get her together she fuckin' bro
You know them road trips
still bring a dub in sub in
Even if the party was seven
the strip club ten
I'm all in this bitch on the tether
I'm throwin' dubs still
I put her in the Bentley
mansion rent-free
Told 'em keep the G-Wagen plain
don't even tint these
Can't be fuckin' with a lame dog
you got her head big
Three hundred a line for the Wock'
I'm sippin' red still
I know how the feds feel
I make it hard to catch me
Cuz sellin' corn still
codeword for reggies
I ain't sign a deal yet fuck it
I don't need 'em
Everybody with me eatin'
free my niggas 'til I see 'em
He ain't dead we ain't even
Jet back ante up bitch
Free them boys
Shit hard
We gon' make it off the ave
get a half then I shake it
Somethin' like a bad habit
we ain't have it we gon' take it
Came up off a fity slab
now my bag big as yappers
Workers beggin' me for time off
askin' me for raises
me since I was to count it
bubble wrap it up and tape it
All my bitches want allowance
plug askin' me for favors
I been out of town so long
had to get reaquainted
with the neighbors on the block
All this cash we been rakin'
Way before the rap
when I was writin' verses
We was beatin' up the Ike like
I was Tina Turner
We was loadin' up
the Glock and fillin' up the hearses
Now I'm preachin' like it's Sunday
tryna teach the sermon
Tryna teach 'em how to get it
fill up they mamas' purses
So they ain't standin'
in front the judge
listen to the verdicts
'Cause we was standin' on the block
thuggin' with the serpents
Get caught with Curtis Blow on me
and they gon' close the curtians
Million-dollar cars you can't merge in
BasedGod how I got my curse lift
She gon' play her part so well
you thought that she rehearsed it
Don life worship
Holy temple synagogue
tabernacle churches
Yeah Hit-Boy
Look
I can't even chill I get active
Overdoin' everythin' my best
and worst habit
Shit be impossible 'til it happens
I never thought I'd see
Kobe go before Magic
That taught me first
no seconds to waste
Only waist I like is her legs
wrapped around my face
Fuck you think she doin' over here
Watchin' Netflix
Beard game might just
let it grow down to my necklace uh
I don't hope for for wins I expect it uh
Adrenaline in me like it got injected
My girl say I got communication
issues no I don't
I just don't like sharin' all my problems
more than the results
I bring the plan back to my team
tell 'em go wild
Godbody my physique and my profile
I did every single goal that I wrote down
Checked it off it's old now
And that shit give me chills
fuck I gotta take yours
I'm the originator make it
then I make more
Written in stone you can't forge
You ain't on my level even
if we in the same buildin'
on the same floor
Old boy black out
Dough boy cash out payroll
contract maxed out
Cash kid cash cow
Tapped in I can't tap out
Bitch keep thinkin' I'm sleepin' in
Tony on the monitor
I see your ass creepin' in
Lil' bitch if it weren't for me
you wouldn't exist you get the gist
Fuck a cease and desist
they shootin' up seats and exits
Throwin' plays to my bros
I'm leadin' the league in assists
Hop scotch blacktop
I ain't been skippin' a step since
Real estate Zillow every day bitch
I might just change my profession
Got so many rainy days
it changed my complexion
Hang up on your ass and
say I lost the connection
I turned out to be the man
that I manifested
Let's go then
Hmm fuck the bullshit
I ain't here to make no friends
can't get bool with me
Since an adolescent I was ignorant
up in school trippin'
Pistol at my desk
I was sittin' up in school with it
Put your bitch hand
in my corner pocket
play pool with it
She gon' eat the dick
both balls licked
and do it to me
AIn't go to college
I ain't want no pussy
nigga roomin' with me
Still could've went to college
Sada ain't no fool nigga
Every clip we got extended
yellow Perkies look like minions
Put Church's Chicken on your niggas
scrape them boys for half a biscuit
Know I like the burner
but I'll beat your ass
this shit personal huh
Hit him in his shit
with this fifty or thirty duh
Let's go Royce
Name a nigga out of the D
as solid as me
I unlocked a lot of dollars
nigga knowledge is key
I did it all without a college degree
I went from hottest signed artists
don dada to G
Street lord rock bottom
Godfather and P
D-Boy Rottweiler Sean Sada and Tee
Standin' on the corner three days
Phone is on Motorola prepaid
Theodora or gold Ellesses
These are ordered
from the older East Bay
She either rollin'
with the owners or the lease
A kind man knows a blind man
hold grudges
A wise man knows a wise man
knows nothin
I thought I told you motherfuckers
I ain't need a budget
I ride with them guys
that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide
got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted
by Ilinea's cousin
Before you could sell
like Cole and O'Dell
or go NBA be Kobe or Kells
The plight of the rich is
to throw you in jail
The fight has been fixed
since the openin' bell
And you know who postin' your bail
who promotin' your L
Who be hoping you fail nigga
Oprah and Gayle
Ignore the hate show the world
that we love the opps
Call the aura great while they
make great wrestle docs'
Nah
Bitch you have never
said a clever line ever
You mudering in the booth
is the furthest thing from the truth
Rest assured I'ma treat this booth
like I'm pealin' off the plastic
On a pill bottle I'm tearin' the ceilin' off
Ripping rappers like they were
wrapped in saran ditch 'em
I'm strapped up with ammunition
and single handedly takin' over the game
Like I had an actual hand missing
but I only need on to clap
Animal ambition the only fuckin' way
that your strapped is for cash
Wish you could slap in the damn clip
in that motherfuckin imaginary
little handgun you're bandishin'
Bitch if you pull up with the stick
it's a car with a manual transmission
Chances of loadin' one that
I will overcome my bipolar one
Voodoo dolls I'm just pokin' fun
pins to me are like loades guns
When I'm holdin' one
if I'm just fiddlin' with it
This motherfucker discharges like me
checkin' myself out of the fucking
mental hospital
And I get off like an acquittal
I spit it you critique it
It feels like I'm bein' belittled
by midgets
It's like holding a nuke or a damn
bazooka and walkin' right up
the middle of little kids fucking
pillow fight with it
You want smoke I'm like hookah
Man I remember back
when I used to get jumped
for my fucking Pumas
Run home and go fuck my room up
These streets will try to vacuum you up
That's why the avenue
where I grew up was 8 Mile
and hoover What
'Cause it sucked like a Rumba
but even if I would've went indie route
I don't have any doubt I would
still get blown like a swindy out
Shoot 'til the clip is emptied out
This is the beginnin' of endin'
but I'll put another clip in
and spit these rounds
If I dig deep down
but I'm in my bag like Fendi
Who am I offending now
Got so many fucking detractors
feels like i'm gettin' plowed
Had to put my money on a diet
I got too many pounds
You would think I'm turnin' pages
the way that I'm flippin' paper
Middle fingers them bitches
get to waivn' like friendly neigbors
I'm talkin' loot like I'm riotin'
thing is so big it can't fit the entire
thing through a tire swing
But I don't think it would be logic
to say I'm retirin'
But I should say Bye bye or things
'cause I'm back from Uranus
Fucking up this grinding beat
I took the pain and learned
how to put that shit into a song
You listen for flaws and strip it
and try to pick it apart
So when I am rippin' it's hard
to tell where the impetus
Really because how I feel about
amateurs with the bitch
that you are
Like I never had to get my clothes
at fucking St Vincent de Paul
Like I don't make sure every sentence
and bar with a pencil to sharpen
like I'm quick on the draw
Yeah so when I pull it surprise like
Kendrick Lamar
You need to walk the Yellow Brick
Road and find the chick with the dog
'Cause y'all missing a heart
Plus your bitch is giving out
brain like The Wizard of Oz
This shit is like sitting
in the principal office
getting scalded for skipping
Y'all got detention
while I'm severe like Benzo
withdrawal
Bitch your skin's gonna crawl
I'm invincible I've been through it all
like I never thought about just ending it
Until I got pissed off and
put a fist through the wall
While my back was against
now I rap like I'm possessed
That's nine-tenths of the law
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