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[Hook]As I look up to the skyThought about a 100 things to do before I dieHit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas rightAnd my family live that lifeAs I look up to the skyThought about a 100 things to do before I dieWonderin’ if I could live it all in one lifeCause it could all end in one nightAs I look up to the skyI thought about a 100 things to do before I die
[Verse 1: Big Sean]Couple niggas on the hitlist and bitches on a different typeSame shit different nights, till I live a different lifeSean you looking tired, damn homie that’s allI’ve been stressin’ so hard I’m surprised I ain't going baldHaters praying I fall, move back in with my momsTake online classes and turn back into ya’ll, hatin’I guess they want your lights out when you the plugNiggas wanna catch you slippin like they pulled the rugFrom where they move the drugs, Buddha loveNiggas sleepin with that mac and I ain't talkin’ bout computer loveOwe the wrong people you a price tagNow you pray to God hoping that you got a Christ tagMake it where I’m from, stay who I becomeTime to raise hell, Satan ain't my sonTaking elevators straight up out the slums to a penthouse viewAnd have the fam there too
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[Bridge: James Fauntleroy]If I just stop breathingEven though I got all this muthafucking moneyWon't keep my heart beatingJust don’t wake me upDon't wake me upYou can’t catch me dreamingBout all of this muthafucking moneyCocaine rush, I’m speedingCocaine rush
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]I’m just a Detroit nigga, nothing extra about meI go extra hard at the first second you doubt meI strive for perfection at the same timeI’m accepting the fact that there’ll never be nothing perfect about meShit, I’m just waiting on a winCome up with better hooksThe hoes’ll take it on the chinWe are 6 mile bredThat's why you see our sick style yeahCrackhouse flow with a pit downstairsMomma happy at me, Daddy happy at meThe baddest chicks' y'all can imagine is chatty yapping at me5 years ago I was in tears in the back of a paddy wagonNow I’m Cali swagging, my nigga listen, I’m over the fameYou number 1, I’m number 23, my mission is take over the gameYou rollin’ with lames, we ain't rolling the sameI’m the best out in this muthafuckerIf I could get a cheque out of this muthafuckaBig enough to set my kids up for lifeI could check out of this muthafucka with no regretsIf you ain't living your life for your kidsI ain't giving yo ass no respectSean I love you my nigga, I’m out
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[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]I gotta break your fucking heartI gotta climb these fucking chartsI gotta do something that’s innovativeCreative just to create a legacy before death do us partI gotta spend one summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia’s mommaBreakfast in bed is head with plenty of Carne AsadaI gotta find me a wife to elopeI got a fine, cause I ain't wanna vote, I promiseI know the history of those who died for the rights for me to surviveBut those who lied to the minority will make em turn inside they graveI can easily pretend like y'all but that's not meI gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt the youthNeed to know every detail about this EarthThe devil controls itSo before you scrutinize how I feelAsk God if them polls importantThe end is near
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