Big Sean – Control ft Kendrick Lamar, Jay Electronica

Download another hot clean free mp3 audio song lyrics meaning by Big Sean and this music is titled “Control ft Kendrick Lamar & Jay Electronica”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his old trended album which is titled ‘Control’ which was released in the year “2013”.

 

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I look up

Yeah and I take my time nigga

I’mma take my time, woah

Power moves only

Boy I’m ’bout my business on business

I drink liquor on liquor

I had women on women

Yeah that’s bunk bed bitches

I’ve done lived more than an eighty year old man still kickin’

Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin’

But this for the girls that barely let me get to first base

On some ground ball shit

Cause now I run my city on some town hall shit

They prayin’ on my motherfuckin’ downfall bitch like a drought but

You gon’ get this rain like it’s May weather

G.O.O.D. Music, Ye weather

Champagne just tastes better

They told me I never boy, never say never

Swear flow special like an infant’s first steps

I got paid then reverse debts

Then I finally found a girl that reverse stress

So now I’m talkin’ to the reaper to reverse death

So I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a ride

Show him I made somethin’ out myself and not just tried

Show him the house I bought the fam, let him tour inside

No matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind

In my mind, but fuck tryin’ and not doin’

Cause not doin’ is somethin’ a nigga not doin’

I said fuck tryin’ and not doin’

Cause not doin’ is somethin’ a nigga not doin’

I grew up to Em, B.I.G., and Pac bitch, and got ruined

So until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that Juicy vid bitch

I can’t motherfuckin’ stop movin’

Go against me, you won’t stop losin’

From the city where every month is May-

Day at home, spray your dome

Niggas get sprayed up like AK was cologne for a paycheck or loan

Yeah I know that shit ain’t fair

They say that Detroit ain’t got a chance, we ain’t even got a mayor

You write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stone

I knew that the world was for the taking and it wouldn’t take long

We on, tryna be better than everybody that’s better than everybody

Rep Detroit, everybody, Detroit versus everybody

I’m so fuckin’ first class I could spit up on every pilot

The city’s my Metropolis, feel it, it’s metabolic

And I’m over niggas sayin’ they’re the hottest niggas

Then run to the hottest niggas just to stay hot

I’m one of the hottest because I flame drop

Drop fire, and not because I’m name droppin’

Hall of Fame droppin’

And I ain’t takin’ shit from nobody unless they’re OG’s

Cause that ain’t the way of an OG

So I G-O collect more G’s, every dollar

Never changed though, I’m just the new version of old me

Forever hot headed but never got cold feet

Got up in the game won’t look back at my old seats

Clique so deep we take up the whole street

I need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole week, Sean Don

Miscellaneous minds are never explainin’ their minds

Devilish grin for my alias aliens to respond

Peddlin’ sin, thinkin’ maybe when you get old you realize

I’m not gonna fold or demise

(I don’t smoke crack, motherfucker I sell it!)

Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melon

So if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my disc

Don’t pop me no fucking pill, I’mma a pop you and give you this

Tell Flex to drop a bomb on this shit

So many bombs, ring the alarm like Vietnam in this shit

So many bombs, make Farrakhan think Saddam in this bitch

One at a time, I line ’em up and bomb on they mom

While she watchin’ the kids

I’m in a destruction mode if the gold exists

I’m important like the pope, I’m a muslim on pork

I’m Makaveli’s offspring, I’m the king of New York

King of the Coast, one hand, I juggle them both

The juggernaut’s all in your jugular, you take me for jokes

Live in the basement, church pews and funeral faces

Cartier bracelets for my women friends I’m in Vegas

Who the fuck y’all thought it’s supposed to be?

If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin’ me

I’m uncoachable, I’m unsociable

Fuck y’all clubs, fuck y’all pictures, your Instagram can gobble these nuts

Gobble dick up ’til you hiccup, my big homie Kurupt

This the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch

I’ve seen niggas transform like villain Decepticons

Mollies’ll prolly turn these niggas to fuckin’ Lindsay Lohan

A bunch of rich ass white girls lookin’ for parties

Playin with Barbies, wreck the Porsche before you give ’em the car key

Judgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartney

You called me a black Beatle, I’m either that or a Marley

(I don’t smoke crack motherfucker I sell it)

I’m dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of Elvis

I’m aimin’ straight for your pelvis, you can’t stomach me

You plan on stumpin’ me? Bitch I’ve been jumped before you put a gun on me

Bitch I put one on yours, I’m Sean Connery

James Bonding with none of you niggas, climbing 100 mil in front of me

And I’m gonna get it even if you’re in the way

And if you’re in it, better run for Pete’s sake

I heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time

Bout who’s the best MC? Kendrick, Jigga and Nas

Eminem, Andre 3000, the rest of y’all

New niggas just new niggas, don’t get involved

And I ain’t rockin no more designer shit

White T’s and Nike Cortez, this is red Corvettes anonymous

I’m usually homeboys with the same niggas I’m rhymin’ wit

But this is hip hop and them niggas should know what time it is

And that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big KRIT, Wale

Pusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, Drake

Big Sean, Jay Electron’, Tyler, Mac Miller

I got love for you all but I’m tryna murder you niggas

Tryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggas

They dont wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggas

What is competition? I’m tryna raise the bar high

Who tryna jump and get it? You better off tryna skydive

Out the exit window of 5 G5’s with 5 grand

With your granddad as the pilot he drunk as fuck tryna land

With the hand full of arthritis and popping prosthetic leg

Bumpin Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his head

Is an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess said

That your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dread

You could check my name on the books

I Earth, Wind, and Fire’d the verse, then rained on the hook

The legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roof

The tale of magnificent king who came from the nooks

Of the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiers

We live by every single word she ever told us

Watch over your shoulders

And keep a tin of beans for when the weather turns the coldest

The Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth over

Put your trust in the Lord but tether your Chevy Nova

I’m spittin’ this shit for closure

And God is my witness, so you could get it from Hova

For all you magicians that’s fidgeting with the cobra

I’m silent as a rock, ’cause I came from a rock

That’s why I came with a rock, then signed my name on the Roc

Draw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot

Cause I endured a lot of pain for everything that I got

The eyelashes like umbrellas when it rains from the heart

And the tissue is like an angel kissin’ you in the dark

You go from blind sight to hindsight, passion of the Christ

Right, to baskin’ in the limelight, it take time to get your mind right

Jay Electricity, PBS mysteries

In a lofty place, tangling with Satan over history

You can’t say shit to me, Alhamdulillah

It’s strictly by faith that we made it this far