Biografía:
Sean Michael Anderson, nacido el 25 de marzo 1988, más conocido por su nombre artístico Big Sean, es un rapero estadounidense. Big Sean firmó con la discográfica G.O.O.D. Music de Kanye West en el año 2007, y luego en 2008 firmó con Def Jam Recordings.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
[Hook: Big Sean]
D#m
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
D#m
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
D#m
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
D#m
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
D#m
What I need? No favors
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
D#m
I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night
D#m
I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice
D#m
I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice
D#m
I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life
D#m
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (Brrr!)
D#m
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
D#m
I'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too."
D#m
Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too
D#m
Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!)
D#m
I've been talkin' to God like that's my therapist
D#m
I'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shit
D#m
But a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shit
D#m
Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint
D#m
Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead
D#m
From where they need a handout
D#m
But they tell you put hands up
D#m
Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club
D#m
Now it's blue blood in my veins
Though you know what I came for
D#m
Born in a world goin' where they told me I can't go
D#m
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
D#m
Get ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim for
D#m
When my grandma died I realized I got an angel
D#m
Show me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the angles
D#m
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
D#m
That's my new lifetime policy
D#m
Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship
D#m
How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'
D#m
The pictures we been paintin'? My nigga
D#m
Connected to a higher power—how I know?
N.C.
'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
D#m
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
D#m
'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
D#m
Never stoppin' like we hypnotized
D#m
Watch what we visualize on the rise
D#m
Be the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods
[Hook: Big Sean]
D#m
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
D#m
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors
D#m
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
D#m
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
[Verse 2: Eminem]
D#m
If she was flavor, I won't save her
D#m
No taste buds, ho, later!
D#m
Fuck you lookin' at, hater?
D#m
I saw them eyes, like an ass raper
D#m
Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
D#m D#m
I'll be the last face you see 'fore you pass
D#m D#m
When you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paper
D#m
So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm early
D#m
My age is reversing, I'm basically thirty
D#m
Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
D#m
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
D#m
Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
D#m
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
D#m
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
D#m
A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos
D#m
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy
D#m
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
D#m
Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
D#m
State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks
D#m
Brady's returning, matter of fact I may be deserving
D#m
Of a pat on the back, like a Patriots jersey
D#m
Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
D#m
Like a fuckin' Terrier hid in it
D#m
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
D#m
Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth
D#m
Like a missile, a thunder cloud
D#m
Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound
D#m
And you'll get a round, like Digital Underground
D#m
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
D#m
With a lamp post, door handle, shutter
D#m
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener
D#m
A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker
D#m
Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover
D#m
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
D#m
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
D#m
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
D#m
Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her
D#m
That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
D#m
Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn
D#m
I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando
D#m
Your man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
D#m
I'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)
D#m
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.
D#m
White Bronco like Elway, speeding
D#m
I'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
D#m
Females stay beating 'em
D#m
Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleading
D#m
But screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium
D#m
Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt
D#m
Straight treating 'em like a cellmate
D#m
Seedy, I'm climbing hell's gate
D#m
Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made
D#m
Meaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma…
[Hook: Big Sean]
D#m
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
D#m
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
D#m
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
D#m
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
D#m
What I need? No favors
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Outro]
D#m
(I know you feeling yourself right now.)
D#m
(But I'm not sure she's the one—I wouldn't call her, man.).
D#m
"Hey, I'm outside."
What are you doing here?
D#m
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
D#m
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
D#m
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
D#m
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
D#m
What I need? No favors
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
D#m
I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night
D#m
I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice
D#m
I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice
D#m
I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life
D#m
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras too (Brrr!)
D#m
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
D#m
I'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too."
D#m
Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too
D#m
Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!)
D#m
I've been talkin' to God like that's my therapist
D#m
I'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shit
D#m
But a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shit
D#m
Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint
D#m
Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead
D#m
From where they need a handout
D#m
But they tell you put hands up
D#m
Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club
D#m
Now it's blue blood in my veins
Though you know what I came for
D#m
Born in a world goin' where they told me I can't go
D#m
In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt
D#m
Get ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim for
D#m
When my grandma died I realized I got an angel
D#m
Show me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the angles
D#m
Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
D#m
That's my new lifetime policy
D#m
Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship
D#m
How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'
D#m
The pictures we been paintin'? My nigga
D#m
Connected to a higher power—how I know?
N.C.
'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga
D#m
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds
D#m
'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out
D#m
Never stoppin' like we hypnotized
D#m
Watch what we visualize on the rise
D#m
Be the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods
[Hook: Big Sean]
D#m
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
D#m
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors
D#m
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
D#m
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
[Verse 2: Eminem]
D#m
If she was flavor, I won't save her
D#m
No taste buds, ho, later!
D#m
Fuck you lookin' at, hater?
D#m
I saw them eyes, like an ass raper
D#m
Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate
D#m D#m
I'll be the last face you see 'fore you pass
D#m D#m
When you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paper
D#m
So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm early
D#m
My age is reversing, I'm basically thirty
D#m
Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy
D#m
Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty
D#m
Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy
D#m
They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis
D#m
Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater
D#m
A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos
D#m
It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy
D#m
But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
D#m
Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
D#m
State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks
D#m
Brady's returning, matter of fact I may be deserving
D#m
Of a pat on the back, like a Patriots jersey
D#m
Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it
D#m
Like a fuckin' Terrier hid in it
D#m
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
D#m
Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth
D#m
Like a missile, a thunder cloud
D#m
Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound
D#m
And you'll get a round, like Digital Underground
D#m
And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster
D#m
With a lamp post, door handle, shutter
D#m
A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener
D#m
A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker
D#m
Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover
D#m
Hand over the mouth and nose smother
D#m
Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover
D#m
The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner
D#m
Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her
D#m
That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
D#m
Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn
D#m
I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando
D#m
Your man don't want it, Trump's a bitch
D#m
I'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)
D#m
And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.
D#m
White Bronco like Elway, speeding
D#m
I'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?
D#m
Females stay beating 'em
D#m
Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleading
D#m
But screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium
D#m
Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt
D#m
Straight treating 'em like a cellmate
D#m
Seedy, I'm climbing hell's gate
D#m
Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made
D#m
Meaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma…
[Hook: Big Sean]
D#m
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it
D#m
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
D#m
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
D#m
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
D#m
What I need? No favors
D#m
Everything lined up for the takin'
D#m
And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Outro]
D#m
(I know you feeling yourself right now.)
D#m
(But I'm not sure she's the one—I wouldn't call her, man.).
D#m
"Hey, I'm outside."
What are you doing here?
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