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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Sean
Vocals
G.T.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gary Thomas
Songwriter
Sean Anderson
Songwriter
Evan Kobe Atlas-Hood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bby Kobe
Producer
Quentin Dennard II
Recording Engineer
D’Juan “Smerf” Canada
Mixing Engineer
Skyler Gibbons
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
Yeah, let's go, let's go
Aye, aye, aye, let's go
[Chorus]
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 make you somethin' (For real)
**** hate, bitches too, that shit don't mean nothin' (Uh- uh)
All my bros been fuckin' the game, I'ma just get my nut in
[Verse 1]
How you my opp and you follow my moves? If I was you, I'd hate me too (Yeah)
**** 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 could've been rapped 'bout gettin' money, 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've got you shot
She in my phone sayin' she my bitch, sound so dumb, almost got blocked
These **** play like the shit a joke, and just like a joke, got **** knocked
[Chorus]
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—
**** hate, bitches too, that shit don't mean nothin' (At all)
All my bros been fuckin' the game, I'ma just get my nut in
[Verse 2]
Gettin' money easy when your life was harder, and 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 bitch is so bad, **** 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 **** live for the net, you a blogger (Whoa)
I seen it all, I like the Simpsons (Damn)
**** be talkin' 'bout ballin', I must be a ball hog, get paid by the Pistons (God)
Contract like a bad bitch, yeah, I keep on gettin' extensions, next one, I need a percentage
What other **** 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 **** hatin', prolly trade places with me faster than they blinkin'
Wanna call you crazy, but you only crazy till you make it, but then you a genius (Let's go)
Biggest out the city where they don't believe it till they seen it, that's on Sada, Face, Veeze, Pay and Tee, 42, KD, Dej, Peezy, Vez, now it's G.T., go
[Chorus]
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—
**** hate, bitches too, that shit don't mean nothin' (At all)
All my bros been fuckin' the game, I'ma just get my nut in
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Let's go, let's go
Boy, boy, boy
Written by: Gary Thomas, Sean Anderson, Evan Kobe Atlas-Hood