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Artiste : Big Sean
Titre : FTW
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, let´s go)
Yeah
(Ayy, ayy, ayy) let´s go

Ever since I was a youngin´ I knew I´d be somethin´ (be somethin´)
Where I grew up, it wasn´t nothin´ (nothin´)
You had to make you somethin´ (for real)
Niggas hatin´, bitches too
That shit don´t mean nothin´ (uh-uh)
All my bros been fuckin´ the game
I´ma just get my nut in

How you my opp and you follow my moves?
If I was you, I´d hate me too (yeah)
Niggas be broke and they steady want beef
But how you want beef? You ain´t got no food
This bitch bad, her friend is too
I hit ´em both ´cause I can´t choose (yeah)
I coulda been rapped ´bout gettin´ money (yeah)
But I get money, that shit ain´t new

I get to it, I can´t get got
Love my city, that´s all I got
Now the whole world say they wanna rock buffs
But back in ´08, shit would have got you shot
She in my phone sayin´ she my bitch
Sound so dumb, almost got blocked
These niggas play like the shit a joke
Just like a joke, got niggas knocked

Ever since I was a youngin´ I knew I´d be somethin´ (be somethin´)
Where I grew up, it wasn´t nothin´
You had to- (Kobe)
Niggas hatin´, bitches too
That shit don´t mean nothin´ (at all)
All my bros been fuckin´ the world (ayy)
I´ma just get my nut in (wait, wait, wait, ayy)

Get money easy when your life was harder
That Sean not Diddy, I´m more like the carter
I swear that they just went and booked me at Harvard
I blew up my city, myself, I´m a martyr
My dad worked two jobs and was still broke
Told me you gotta work smarter, not harder
The school wasn´t chartered, the plane is a charter
She hungry and thirsty for me, but I starve her
I´m a classic player for real
Ain´t rockin´ the new shit, I´m rockin´ the Starter
Bombin´ on shit, yeah, I´m goin´ Pearl Harbor
My bitches so bad, niggas wanna fuck on her like she was Ms. Parker

I´m in the field so long I done got darker
My brother don´t rap or sing, but swear he got groupies and stalkers
Ya´ll niggas live for the net you a blogger (whoa)
I seen it all, I like the Simpsons (damn)
Niggas be talkin´ ´bout ballin´
I must be a ball hog, get paid by the Pistons (God)
Contract like a bad bitch
Yeah, it keep on gettin´ extensions
Next one, I need a percentage
´What other niggas you know from the city in Guinness
And really sold hundreds of millions? Hold up´ (hold up)
You wasn´t there with Street Lord Juan late nights at Capital Park

Plottin´ and playin´ it smart
G.T. was there with a pure heart, playin´ his part (for real)
Same niggas hatin´, probably trade places with me faster than they blinkin´
Wanna call you crazy, but you only crazy ´til you make it
But then you a genius (let´s go)
Niggas out the city where they don´t believe it
´Til they seen it, that´s on Sada, Face, Veeze, Pay and Tee, 42, KD, Dej, Peezy, Vez, now it´s G.T., go

Ever since I was a youngin´, I knew I´d be somethin´ (somethin´)
Where I grew up, it wasn´t nothin´, you had to- (Kobe)

Niggas hatin´, bitches too, that shit don´t mean nothin´ (at all)
All my bros been fuckin´ the world, and I´ma just get my nut in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let´s go, let´s go
Boy, boy