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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Big Sean
Vocals
Presley Regier
Presley Regier
Drums
BNYX®
BNYX®
Programming
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Keyboards
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Background Vocals
Frisco Reese
Frisco Reese
Speaker
Jasper Lee Harris
Jasper Lee Harris
Keyboards
nami
nami
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Presley Regier
Presley Regier
Songwriter
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Songwriter
Jasper Lee Harris
Jasper Lee Harris
Songwriter
Dylan Teixeira
Dylan Teixeira
Songwriter
Jahmarie Adams
Jahmarie Adams
Songwriter
ERYN ALLEN KOEHN
ERYN ALLEN KOEHN
Songwriter
Sean Michael Anderson
Sean Michael Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Big Sean
Big Sean
Producer
Presley Regier
Presley Regier
Producer
BNYX®
BNYX®
Producer
Tom Levesque
Tom Levesque
Producer
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Producer
Tom Kahre
Tom Kahre
Recording Engineer
Kevin Brunhober
Kevin Brunhober
Assistant Recording Engineer
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Cyrus "NOIS" Taghipour
Mixing Engineer
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Derek "MixedByAli" Ali
Mixing Engineer
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Curtis "Sircut" Bye
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Mastering Engineer
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Jasper Lee Harris
Jasper Lee Harris
Producer
nami
nami
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Just been all about expansion
You know they hate when I talk like this
[Verse 1]
Aye, I got pimpin' in my blood
Got my main girl in the tub, all she wearing is some suds
I done bossed up to the point that all I care about is love
Turned the family all execs, no such thing as rich enough
Too Real Under Sean's Teachings, acronym for "trust"
Initials in the sheets, got my logo in the rug
Built-in alarm clock, ain't gotta tell me to get up
When I walk in the arena, I feel like I'm Jerry Buss (Bust it)
And we shut down Coachella, they thought it was Harry Styles
Except the skin the same color as a Black & Mild
Meditating, blacking out, J. Cole, a middle child
But you know I get my fuckin' way, like a only child
Downtown pimpin', city-slickin', rockin' crocodile
Yeah, they tryna pipe me down, bitch, you gotta wipe me down
Could tell from my handwriting, I got signature style
I should write a fuckin' book on how to get it off the mile
[Chorus]
They used to look right pass me (Swerve)
**** can't even catch up to the past me
She just wanna love me down and harass me
They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me (Bitch)
Yeah (Typecast me)
Making sure my son straight
Making sure my girl straight
Making sure the fam straight, then I could die happy
They want me to play the role, but you can't typecast me (Bitch)
[Verse 2]
Yup, multi-million dollars salaries for all of my legalities
And we coming black tux when we movin' casually
Could build a damn positive affirmation gallery
Passing plays to my **** so the income is passive
My genre isn't rap anymore, it's under classics
Look, I knew back on Griswold
When ain't nobody had my back 'cause it was against the wall
And Waun got hit with that fed case
And he was livin' through me for that decade to balance his head space
Man, first thing I think about boarding a jet
Is how my mom and dad was flight attendants, that's how they met
No wonder why my head's in the clouds, it make sense
Every day I wake up I'm one day closer to death
So what you gon' do with the time you got left?
Ball on these pussies, damn, look at my neck
[Verse 3]
I used to sell CD's outside of my history class
What a foreshadow that was when I'm lookin' back
From the Blog Era, had to get through the tabloids
Just like MJ, had to get through the bad boys
My son first Christmas, he finna have mad toys
I prolly get his ass a S Class if he ask for it
But he gotta learn the hard way, life's a crash course
And stick to the task while dodgin' the task force (Of course)
[Chorus]
And they used to look right pass me (Swerve)
**** can't even catch up to the past me (Swerve)
She just wanna love me down and harass me
They want me to play my role, but you can't typecast me
Bitch
Making sure my son straight
Making sure my girl straight
Making sure the fam straight, then I could die happy
They want me to play the role, but you can't typecast me (Bitch)
[Outro]
They used to look right pass me
Ain't want to do right by me
Fuck it, alright by me (Fuck it)
Said I couldn't do this and couldn't do that
But **** can't typecast me
**** can't typecast me
**** can't typecast me
Fuck it
Better me than you
Shit, I gotta see it through
Written by: Dylan Teixeira, ERYN ALLEN KOEHN, Jahmarie Adams, Jasper Lee Harris, Presley Regier, Sean Anderson, Thomas Levesque
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