Big Sean Life Should Go On Lyrics

[Verse 1: Big Sean]

From the West but I’m heading to the Northside

That’s the top, I need a crib on the shoreside

I need a backyard full court size

From where the jury is the only thing that’s courtside

Chasing money in the city of crime

Cash back so then it’s black bags under my eyes

Man fuck it I got a dream worth more than my sleep

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Man fuck these hating ass bitches I’m gone

They 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 on

Mama had 2 jobs I know that she was working for me

Ten years later, I got her working for me

Hired the whole family like mobsters

Getting paid off our operation we ain’t even doctors

Grandma called, see me on the Billboards around the city

Man going around around the world so many times I’m dizzy

London or Japan, Orlando, Walt Disney

Paris, Abu-Dhabi, California weed twistin’ yup!

Texas to Toronto where they love that nigga Drizzy

All the way to Detroit, the whole city fucking with me

Heading to the money, whole city coming with me

And I’m a rep the city ’til the reaper come and get me yup!

[Hook 1:]

And this is how life should go

Everything I wanted never seem so close

Good people, good drinks, good smoke

Got me thinking this is how life should go

This is how life should go

Everything I wanted never seem so close

Family all around, all highs no lows

Got me thinking this is how life should go

[Verse 2: Wale]

Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

And this ain’t biblical but this sermon is spiritual

‘Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

The upper percentile

Whipping whatever I, 460LS you

I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle

Know that it’s God working

Police got the swine flu and these niggas is reptiles

Yeah, Maybach poetic genius

You buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a seven Beemer

I’m trampolining on niggas and I actually mean it

A fly nigga, I keep having the gravity grievous

And while these niggas keep hating, they be asking for features

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for Jesus

Riding around without a fuck given

Behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten

The best in my position, I’m passionate with lyrics

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like Chris Hansen in the kitchen

I’m handsome to these women, I’m envied by these no ones

That’s no Joakim Noah, nigga everybody know us

And even if you don’t drink everybody po’ up

‘Cause all these hating niggas probably never gon’ show up

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

Even when I’m open, it’s nothing to Ed Cota wassup

[Hook 1]

[Verse 3: Sean]

Could you tell me where to go? I need direction

Where are we now? Where’s the intersection?

Motherfuck my phone, it never has reception

In this cold world, it’s all about collection

So I, I stack paper and keep it ghetto

Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world

I made a promise to the mirror

That I’d, never ever ever go broke

Riding through the city, I be riding through the city

All I know is bad bitches, I got Finally Famous with me though

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

[Hook 2:]

So I’m a drink and smoke and fuck and go go go

Like it’s all I know, all I know

Like it’s all I know, all I know

Like it’s all I know, all I know

All I know, all I know -ow -ow

-ow -ow -ow [x8]

[Verse 4: Wiz]

While I’m flying over Italy, flying over cities

Got my carry-on but really wish I had a pound with me though

My watch is thirty thousand dollars, Dolce and Gabana

I done spent so much in Prada, I don’t wanna know

I’m the reason that your bitch is smoking weed now

No blunts, lil’ bro wan’ roll up joints

Seen the how-to video now he on point

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

If I ever hand you some weed, it’s free, you don’t owe me none

Just put on one of me or Big Sean’s CDs and roll me some

And there’s only one, you know you know

Khalifa got, 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 tongue

I just hold money, don’t hold me up

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

You got more than me? Then shit roll somethin’

See I be off of that tree, people tell me I shouldn’t be

But early on, my mom taught me that everything green is good for me

I wake up to three girls, my role model is Hugh Hef

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

I don’t dance, I two step, my weed loud, it suplex

I came up from that basement, man straight up out of that duplex

Bitch, if I ain’t a G, I’m an OG

Two fingers on my joint, one to the policeeeee

[Hook 2]