Higher Songtext
von Big Sean

Yeah
Is this what they want?
Yeah
This what they want, nigga (You see it)
Uh, God
Finally Famous
Cartel, Comission, whatever
G.O.O.D
Anything but broke, nigga


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, shit it's none of my concern
Watch my enemies burn as I f-fill every urn, 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
Niggas seven feet, telling me I′m who they look up to
Huh, and bitches 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 (Whoa)
And I step inside the booth and change the world like I be votin′
So when you step inside my office, treat that bitch like it's the Oval
El presidente, lord, sensei
Do ya job, it could be pay your rent day, getting risqué
Crazy nigga, they ain′t seen it like this since 'Ye, yeah
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 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
Benihana, 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 ma′fuckers 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 save
But I'm still the same me, same clique, the same hood, the same bitch
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 shit
From Greensboro to SoCal, man all the way back to Cambridge
And Michigan State, close to my Michigan estate
Man we was tryna get away, man, we was tryna get ordained
And damn (And 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 bitch I'm fucking praying they the one I settle with
And niggas suin′ me and they just banking on the settlement
Never settlin′, life is too fast just to settle in
So many rocks up in my bezel, police thought embezzlemet
Like damn

Shit (Boy)
Can't a young nigga live, man?
We done worked too hard
Yup (G.O.O.D.)
Finally Famous, nigga
Lil′ hoes
We ain't goin′ broke, nigga