Big Sean Higher Lyrics

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  • 1 Higher
  • 2 Karats of Gold
  • 3 How It Feel
  • 4 Woke Up
  • 5 Experimental
  • 6 Mula
  • 7 100
  • 8 Sellin' Dreams
  • 9 I'm Gonna Be
  • 10 What I Gotta Do
  • My, my, my, as the world turns
    Today if I don't earn, best believe I'm gon' learn
    If I can't do either or, **** it's none of my concern
    Watch my enemies burn as I fulfil every yearn, ah
    Reminiscing on the rappers I would look up to
    The ones who want my feature price and the hookup too
    The girls I fantasized about tryna hookup too
    *****s seven feet, telling me I'm who they look up to
    Huh, and *****es still telling me to grow up
    Don't invite 'em to my shows but always still manage to show up
    Man, I made myself a boss and then I gave me a promotion
    And I step inside the booth and change the world like I be voting
    So when you step inside my office, treat that beast like it's the Oval
    El presidente, lord, sensei
    Do ya job, it could be pay your rent day, getting riskay
    Crazy *****, they ain't seen it like this since 'Ye, yea
    Well this the life that I live
    Collecting everything overdue, for all the work that I overdid
    D-Town but Chi-Town they love me like I'm Oprah kid
    Tryna make it to the top so I can let my dogs know it exist
    'Cause when you come from the bottom man it's so hard to just get a glimpse
    So hard to get a glimpse, so while I'm here I might take a pic
    And show 'em that it's more to the world than tryna make a living
    Like changing it then looking back and saying that we did it
    Okay, como me llamo
    She say Ingles, no hablo, man unless it's eat me out though
    Benihani, my McDonald, all black leather jackets
    While I ride in my Diablo, swear I feel like I'm Keanu
    Wishing Lamborghinis made a five do'
    'Cause I got too many real mu'****as I ride for, die for, uh
    Straight out the metropolitan
    My city need a hero so I treat it like Metropolis
    And it's a few bad Lois Lanes I can't name
    Even though I'm me, Lord knows that I can't say
    But I'm still the same me, same clique, the same hood, the same *****
    I came up, my bank up, but I stack that like I ain't rich
    Back when we was on college tours with Wale, man we ain't make ****
    From Greensboro to SoCal, man all the way back to Cambridge
    And Michigan State, close to my Michigan estate
    Man we was trying to get away, man we was trying to get our day
    And damn (damn), tomorrow never seemed so close
    And life ain't what it seem no mo' (no mo')
    'Til I was standing next to Puff and Hov, off the French coast
    A million dollars never seemed so broke
    And every ***** I'm ****ing praying they the one I settle with
    And *****s suing me and they just banking on the settlement
    Never settling, life is too fast just to settle in
    So many rocks up in my bezel, police thought embezzlement like damn!

    ****, can't a young ***** live man
    We done worked too hard
    Yup, good, Finally Famous *****
    We ain't never going broke *****!

    Written by: Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff, Kanye West, Darrell Smith, Anthony Bernard Round, Dennis Round
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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