Life Should Go On
[Verse 1: Big Sean]From the West but I'm heading to the NorthsideThat's the top, I need a crib on the shoresideI need a backyard full court sizeFrom where the judge is the only thing that's courtsideChasing money in the city of crimeCash back so then it's black bags under my eyesMan fuck it I got a dream worth more than my sleepTo me playing in the game is worth more than the seatsMan fuck these hating ass bitches I'm goneThey told me no then I reverse it I'm on, I'm on!I'm on, I'm on, they told me no then I reverse it I'm onMama had 2 jobs I know that she was working for meTen years later, Hired to working for meHired the whole family like mobstersGetting paid off our operation we ain't even doctorsGrandma called, see me on the Billboards around the cityMan going around around the world so many times I'm dizzyLondon or Japan, Orlando, Walt DisneyParis, Abu-Dhabi, California weed twistin' yup!Texas to Toronto where they love that nigga DrizzyAll the way to Detroit, the whole city fucking with meHeading to the money, whole city coming with meAnd I'mma rep the city 'til the reaper come and get me yup!
[Hook 1]And this is how life should goEverything I wanted never seem so closeGood people, good drinks, good smokeGot me thinking this is how life should goThis is how life should goEverything I wanted never seem so closeFamily all around, all highs no lowsGot me thinking this is how life should go
[Verse 2: Wale]Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisherI keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitchesAnd this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual‘Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a fewThe upper percentileWhipping whatever I, 460LS youI probably go less miles, stay in a small circleKnow that it’s God workingPolice got the swine flu and these niggas is reptilesYeah, Maybach poetic geniusYou buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a seven BeemerI’m trampolining on niggas and I actually mean itA fly nigga, I keep having a gravity grievanceAnd while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for featuresThat’s like a complacent atheist is asking for JesusRiding around without a fuck givenBehind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mittenThe best in my position, I’m passionate with lyricsAnd they ain’t fucking with the kid like Chris Hansen in the kitchenI’m handsome to these women, I’m envied by these no onesThat’s no Joakim Noah, nigga everybody know usAnd even if you don’t drink everybody po’ up‘Cause all these hating niggas probably never gon’ show upNever hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closerEven when I’m open, it's nothing to Ed Cota wassup
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Part II: "All I Know" ft. Wiz Khalifa
[Verse 3: Sean]Could you tell me where to go? I need directionWhere are we now? Where's the intersection?Motherfuck my phone, it never has receptionIn this cold world, it's all about collectionSo I, I stack paper and keep it ghettoOh, cause when you rich you are on top of the worldI made a promise to the mirrorThat I'd, never ever ever go brokeRiding through the city, I be riding through the cityAll I know is bad bitches, I got Finally Famous with me thoughPlenty smoke, plenty rolled
[Hook 2]So I'mma drink and smoke and fuck and go go goLike it's all I know, all I knowLike it's all I know, all I knowLike it's all I know, all I knowAll I know, all I know -ow -ow-ow -ow -ow [x8]
[Verse 4: Wiz]Well, I’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over citiesGot my carry-on but really wish I had a pound with me thoughMy watch is thirty thousand dollars, Dolce and GabanaI done spent so much in Prada, I don't wanna knowI'm the reason that your bitch is smoking weed nowNo blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up jointsSeen the how-to video now he on pointAnd he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me oneIf I ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me noneJust put on one of me or Big Sean's CDs and roll me someAnd there's only one, you know you knowKhalifa guy, I stay high like Pluto
[Verse 5: Sean]Okay, I'm going hard (I'm going hard), I'm going dumb (I'm going dumb)I'm going in (I'm going in), 'til I'm going numb ('til I'm going numb)I got a lot to say, I don't hold my tongueI just hold money, don't hold me upRolling in more green than a hole in oneYou got more than me? Then shit roll somethin'See I be off of that tree, people tell me I shouldn't beBut early on, my mom taught me that everything green is good for meI wake up to three girls, my role model is Hugh HefI gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neckI don't dance, I two step, my weed loud, it suplexI came up from that basement, man straight up out of that duplexBitch, if I ain't a G, I'm an OGTwo fingers on my joint, one to the policeeeee
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