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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Nas
Nas
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Composer
Greg Davis
Greg Davis
Songwriter
Earl Taylor
Earl Taylor
Songwriter
Chauncey Hollis
Chauncey Hollis
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hit-Boy
Hit-Boy
Producer
G Dav
G Dav
Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
David Kim
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Absolutely (absolutely) Type of shit, nigga hit you up Nigga see what you doing Got the nerve to ask me, "What you been up to?" (what?) Man, you know what I've been up to (bitch) What you expect? Forever and ever, homie, forever and ever Skin glowing, straight up (Trapadix, Trapadix, Hit-Boy) She want me alone She wanna get intimate, intimate (intimate) I run through the plays like it's Broadway Except this scene got not end to it (run it) I run through the plays just like an instrument Swear, I get way too into it (run it) I'm not done with this shit 'til it's done, lil' bitch And that's just the sentiment (yeah) Into it, into it, I'm getting way too into it (into it, into it) Into it, into it, niggas be asking for more than they give to it Hol' up (hol' up, hol' up) Old flame and she want rekindling I almost answered the call until I remembered why I had ended it Five-second rule (five) That's how much time every decision get (Ooh) My crib got a gym in it, built like Olympian Running Mulholland and Michigan (running) I love that pussy, almost as much as my businesses (for real) And hearing my niggas is innocent (for real) And making sure they life story full of all commas, nigga, period (period) Success, I dap up the ref I still got no tats but she inked my name on her flesh (yeah) What you expect? The realest that she ever met (ever) Digital signatures, I just signed a multi-right over text (M's) The difference between, I live in it now, you claiming you next You just some lil' shit that's under the carpet I already swept Clearly, I'm an example of when all of the dots connect Look at my roster (look) Nigga, I'm critical with the selects At dinner, I'm eating baguettes, neck full of baguettes I ain't miss a bitch, I ain't skip a step (yeah, yeah) It's all in the genes (yeah), you ain't gotta guess (yeah) The team is in unison, everything mesh We ball like the Mets, phew And I'm getting into it, into it (into it, into it, into it) She confess that she love me, I know that it's genuine (whoa, I know) Headlight, headshot, leave your vest out (grrr) When I step up, step down, foot on necks, can't leave no steps out (I can't) Fuck that Scat Pack, my bitch bring SRTs and Hellcats out (swerve) They was waiting for my fall off, but they all fell back now Shit is tremendous, come to your senses Pay what you owe, I'm out of extensions I can see through all the hidden agendas (woo) Multiple colors inside of the pendant (woo) That shit done cost me like two or three Benzes (woah) I gave your album like two or three listens (woah) Honestly, that shit a way better frisbee (woah) Came through the exit and still made an entrance (yeah) And I'm getting into it, into it (into it, into it) She want me alone She wanna get intimate, intimate (want me alone) I'ma run through the plays like it's Broadway Except the scene got not end to it (run it) I run through the plays just like an instrument Swear, I get way too into it (run it) I'm getting into it, I had to commit to it (yeah) Don't take me out the game if I'm injured, and I'm hurt (hurt) Just know I'ma limp through it, and I'll just get through it I'ma win through it (through it) Political how the industry is If you don't have connections, yeah, you might get a shot But that's like pulling up half-court to shoot while the rim moving (hol' up) But I sink it anyway, why? 'Cause I been proving (damn) You can tell who chosen and who do it for influence The baddest, done been fluent And I know their vibes and energy is a language all on its own, and I been fluent If I hold a conversation with you for longer than five minutes Guaranteed, I'm dropping wisdom and gems through it (gems) Success ain't success if you can't put your friends to it (no) Everything has flaws if you put the right lens to it (uh-huh) People who go through the worst and ain't learn shit What's the point even being through it? (Yeah) And it's no ends to it Even when they drop the casket And I'm into it, it's still no end to it
Writer(s): Chauncey A. Hollis, Sean Michael Anderson, Earl Patrick Taylor, Greg Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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