Big Sean 1st Quarter Freestyle Lyrics


You gon’ have to kill me for me to stop gettin’ it, feel me?

Straight up


Finally famous, nigga

Paper chasers, G.O.O.D

My girl the baddest, too, G.O.O.D

I’mma just keep countin’

I look up



I always got a grip, I never slip, I never panic

Got my Rolex set Pacific, while I fly through the Atlantic

And just like a know-it-all, I always got the upper hand

And if I listen to you bitches I would still be on the campus

But instead I’m in The Standard, with a girl who got some standards

Gettin’ head in the Jacuzzi and she claim she from Los Angeles

But she ain’t come up for air one time, I swear she from Atlantis

[Verse 1:]

It’s so fuckin’ hard to have manners since I bought a manor

I never take off, I just take off her panties

To partially nominated, yeah, yeah nigga you know me

Hop on a song and kill with niggas, who just won all the trophies

Bitch I ain’t playin’ no more like D. Rose or Kobe, it’s Kobe the beef and it’s shrimp ravioli

Sean Don, you know me, my cash homophobic, I swear it’s so straight

Then I double it up like I cloned it!

My homie called me like “Sean Don, look

You know I got a girl, like you, so my nigga this one’s off the books

But could you hook me up with Ariana Grande?”

Seems like niggas just call me for the hook-up or to get up off the hook

I’m back in this bitch like I’m parallel parkin’ (swerve swerve)

Get hit with that 18, what’s that? Bitch it’s two 9’s, that’s parallel sparkin’

I look up to the stars and God damnit I swear I can hear them shits talkin’

To you they the stars but to me they a target

She said that I’m fine and I say that I’m gorgeous

I’m livin’ so lawless, I promise

We just landed, Bora Bora

Champagne, I pour, I pour

Model girls, old Kimora

Fuck more or less, it’s more or more

I’m stackin’ paper, safe to say drawer to drawer, bank to bank, floor to floor

Touch a dollar and them killas be door to door to door to door to door to door

Face to face, Hennessy, case to case

Day to day, I paper chase, amazin’ grace

I’ve been plottin’ since ’86, and I was born in ’88

So what the fuck that make me?

A young visionary

My secretary finna be a millionare

Imma call her military

Finally Famous militarian, I rep that, that

‘Till I hit the cemetery

And I’m way too skinny for jail, ho

So I gotta stay rich enough just for the bail, ho

I’m collectin’ this change like I live in a well

Heaven on Earth, I could get it through Hell

Bitch, we did it and did it ourselves

So now I’m presidential, my life, presidential, my wife

Residential, the lake, presidential estates

Like my homie Tone said, I could talk about my watch all day

But that’s a fuckin’ presidential debate

Man shout out to SAYITAINTTONE and Jay John

Adubb Da Gawd, Earlly Mac, Danny Brown

Oba and Boldy, Doughboyz and Vezzo

Trick, Eminem, Royce Team

East Side, K-Dizzle

Dusty, Ro’ Spit and the rest of them niggas

‘Till we come together, we all ain’t gon’ get it

We run the city!


Man, free my dog Juan, man, straight up

Lot of shit been on my mind lately, feel me?

[Verse 2:]

My homie talked to me like “Man why you look the way you lookin’?

How you feel the way you feel

When you got every architect in town

Man, tryna sit and build

You got every girl that’s in Detroit that’s hot tryna come chill

Cause I just lost my nigga Doe B and a fuckin’ Uncle Phil

Nigga, Ye layed the Blueprint

So I need hundred dollar bills, new print

Hangin’ from my family tree, I’m a nuisance, millionaire

Fuck your two cents, you ain’t do shit

I’m a player, baby, I be wearin’ zoo print

Lightin’ struck like Zeus sent

Sometimes, to see the bigger picture, man you gotta zoom in

Sean cold, bitch where you been?

Motherfucka, I’ve been great

This for the fans that say they love the album but they fuckin’ love the mixtapes

For y’all, man I do whatever it takes

Don’t worry



Finally famous

You little fuckin’ bitch

And all that I just did, all my old shit, that’s practice

So from here on out it’s murder, nigga

Oh that’s who you excited, oh that’s the new nigga?

He’s alright

You ain’t fuckin’ with me!

Waddup doe Key Wane!

As the dynasty grows, sunshine’s all we know

Detroit, G.O.O.D

Waddup La Flame, the homie Travi$ Scott

Killin’ y’all

My girl the baddest, my drinks the coldest

My team the realest, the trillest

Finally Famous over everything