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Big Sean 'Control' Download lets loose a cut that didn’t make his upcoming album due to sampling issues, which features none other than Kendrick Lamar and Jay Electronica.Stating that this is “no radio shit”, don’t expect a party track from these three emcees, just pure lyricism. Stream Big Sean- Control (Feat. Kendrick Lamar & Jay Electronica) by Big Sean HOF from desktop or your mobile device.
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I look upYeah, and I take my time, niggaI'ma take my time, woah
Power moves only, niggaBoy, I'm 'bout my business on business, I drink liquor on liquorI had women on women: yeah, that's bunk-bed bitchesI've done lived more than an 80-year-old man still kickin'Cause they live for some moments, and I live for a livin'But this for the girls who barely let me get to first baseOn some ground ball shit'Cause now I run my city on some town hall shitThey prayin' on my motherfuckin' downfall, bitchLike a drought, but you gon' get this rain like it's May weatherG.O.O.D. Music, 'Ye weatherChampagne just tastes betterThey told me I never, boy, never say neverSwear flow special like an infant's first stepsI got paid, then reversed debtsThen I finally found a girl that reverse stressSo now I'm talkin' to the reaper to reverse deathYep, so I can kick it with my granddad, take him for a rideShow him I made somethin' out myself and not just triedShow him the house I bought the fam, let him tour insideNo matter how far ahead I get, I always feel behind in my mindBut 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 ruinedSo until I got the same crib B.I.G. had in that 'Juicy' vidBitch, 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 domeNiggas get sprayed up like A.K. was cologne for a paycheck or loanYeah, I know that shit ain't fairThey say Detroit ain't got a chance, we ain't even got a mayorYou write your name with a Sharpie, I write mine in stoneI knew the world was for the taking and wouldn't take longWe on, tryna be better than everybody that's better than everybodyRep Detroit, everybody, Detroit vers' everybodyI'm so fuckin' first class I could spit up on every pilotThe city's my Metropolis, feel it, it's metabolicAnd I'm over niggas sayin' they're the hottest niggasThen run to the hottest niggas just to stay hotI'm one of the hottest because I flame dropDrop fire, and not because I'm namedroppin', Hall of Fame droppin'And I ain't takin' shit from nobody unless they're OGs'Cause that ain't the way of a OGSo I G-O collect mo' Gs, every dollarNever changed though, I'm just the new version of old meForever hot-headed but never got cold feetGot up in the game, won't look back at my old seatsClique so deep we take up the whole streetI need a bitch so bad that she take up my whole weekSean DonMiscellaneous minds are never explainin' their mindsDevilish grin for my alias aliens to respondPeddlin' sin, thinkin' maybe when you get old you realizeI'm not gonna fold or demiseI don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!Bitch, everything I rap is a quarter piece to your melonSo if you have a relapse, just relax and pop in my discDon't you pop me no fuckin' pillI'ma pop you, then give you thisTell Flex to drop a bomb on this shitSo many bombs, ring the alarm, like Vietnam on this shitSo many bombs, make Farrakhan think that Saddam in this bitchOne at a time, I line them upAnd bomb on they mom while she watchin' the kidsI'm in a destruction mode if the gold existsI'm important like the Pope, I'm a Muslim on porkI'm Makaveli's offspring, I'm the King of New YorkKing of the Coast; one hand, I juggle 'em bothThe juggernaut's all in your jugular, you take me for jokesLive in the basement, church pews, and funeral facesCartier bracelets for my women friends, I'm in VegasWho the fuck y'all thought it's supposed to be?If Phil Jackson came back, still no coachin' meI'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 KuruptThis the same flow that put the rap game on a crutch(West, West, West, West, West, West)I've seen niggas transform like villain DecepticonsMollies probably turn these niggas to fuckin' Lindsay LohanA bunch of rich-ass white girls lookin' for partiesPlayin' with BarbiesWreck the Porsche before you give them the car keyJudgement to the monarchy, blessings to Paul McCartneyYou called me a black Beatle, I'm either that or a MarleyI don't smoke crack, motherfucker, I sell it!I'm dressed in all black, this is not for the fan of ElvisI'm aimin' straight for your pelvisYou can't stomach me? You plan on stumpin' me?Bitch, I've been jumped before you put a gun on meBitch, I put one on yours, I'm Sean ConneryJames Bonding with none of you niggasClimbin' 100 mil in front of meAnd I'm gonna get it even if you're in the wayAnd if you're in it, better run for Pete's sakeI heard the barbershops be in great debates all the time'Bout who's the best MC: Kendrick, Jigga, and NasEminem, André 3000; the rest of y'allNew niggas just new niggas, don't get involvedAnd I ain't rockin' no more designer shitWhite T's and Nike Cortez, this red Corvette's anonymousI'm usually homeboys with the same niggas I'm rhymin' withBut this is hip-hop, and them niggas should know what time it isAnd that goes for Jermaine Cole, Big K.R.I.T., WalePusha T, Meek Millz, A$AP Rocky, DrakeBig Sean, Jay Electron', Tyler, Mac MillerI got love for you all, but I'm tryna murder you niggasTryna make sure your core fans never heard of you niggasThey don't wanna hear not one more noun or verb from you niggasWhat is competition? I'm tryna raise the bar highWho tryna jump and get it? You're better off tryna skydiveOut the exit window of five G5's with five grandWith your granddad as the pilot, he drunk as fuck, tryna landWith the hand full of arthritis and poppin' prosthetic legBumpin' Pac in the cockpit so the shit that pops in his headIs an option of violence, someone heard the stewardess saidThat your parachute is a latex condom hooked to a dreadWest CoastYou could check my name on the booksI Earth Wind & Fire'd the verse, then reigned on the hookThe legend of Dorothy Flowers proclaimed from the roofThe tale of a magnificent king who came from the nooksOf the wild magnolia, mother of many soldiersWe live by every single word she ever told usWatch over your shouldersAnd keep a tin of beans for when the weather turn the coldestThe Lord is our shepherd, so our cup runneth overPut your trust in the Lord, but tether your Chevy NovaI'm spittin' this shit for closureAnd God is my witness, so you could get it from HovaTo all you magicians that's fidgetin' with the cobraI'm solid as a rock, 'cause I came from a rockThat's why I came with the rockThen signed my name on the RocDraw a line around some Earth, then put my name on the plot'Cause I endured a lot of pain for everythang that I gotThe eyelashes like umbrellas when it rain from the heartAnd the tissue is like an angel kissin' you in the darkYou go from blind sight to hindsightPassion of the Christ, right, to baskin' in the limelightIt take time to get your mind rightJay Electricity, PBS MysteriesIn a lofty place tanglin' with Satan over historyYou can't say shit to me, الحمد للهIt's strictly by faith that we made it this far
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