Big Sean - Me, Myself & I (Lyrics)

[Intro] Uh huh, Rob Got Beats on the beat

We Ready? Yeah

Man this like one of my favorite Beyonce songs, man

What up though, Bey? Yeah

Sean Don

[Verse] Man, this one for the ones who hold me down so we forever on the rise

Long as I got charts, it’s never me, myself & I

Straight up, champagne

Man this one for the ones who cop the album and they ain’t need a receipt

All the internet plumbers, you know looking for the leaks

Been trying to find middle ground, like yellow lines in the street

This show is just getting started, don’t worry man take a seat

I got mom and bro around like whats better than the family

Did a show at House of Blues that shit was better than the Grammy’s

On the phone with my dad trying to handle whats out of hand

Reminiscing we used to play 5-on-5, no hand to hands (ballin)

Funny man what all those times meant to us

Girls ask me why they call me big, that shit ambiguous

Rappers who was killin shit, lately I can’t feel that shit

Ya’ll used to didn’t feel my shit and now ya’ll like “you hear this shit?”

Detroit niggas, say whats up doe, where I be

Fresh as my nigga IB, what up to Don C

The most improved player, watch me turn that I to a V

On my third LP but by the time its IV

That’s the fourth, don’t be surprised if I’m in first with (Holly’s?)

We came a long way from having hands together like God Please

Do I really gotta emphasize, my mind spaced out

Yeah I call that bitch the enterprise

I hop up on the song with (MJ, I can’t?), watch me hold my own

(Bitch I’m Sean?)

Verses standing out like it close at 10 o’clock and its 10:05

Oh boy, I spit that spiritual

Yeah I’m the underdog but Underdog was a superhero too

And my city going through hell, they need a miracle too

You’re more about showing off, I’m more about show and prove

Ya’ll braggin about so and so, like “Oh, he really it?

The new nigga in rap? Well, can he really spit?”

Or do he just hide behind his skits like half of these rappers do

And then ya’ll fucking go and praise him and his bitch like they savior of this shit

I’m like “Aw, man. Here we go”

I’m not the same man I was a year ago

I learned that life could be a merry-go

Moving at a stand still is the scenario

I also learned some girls can fit the stereotype if they got a stereo

Crazy what a cold bitch’ll do for palm trees

Type that can’t hold my hand even if they palm read

Got a good girl at home, yeah that’s all me

I gave my number out on the outro I’m like “call me”, real nigga

Since they cut my umbilical, I pass weed in my physical

Yeah my woman is vegan, she got my ass trying different food

I got her listenin to music that she wouldn’t listen to

Got her vibin to Nas, she like “Man, This what I been missin, boo?”

I’ma do what I didn’t do, all the ridicule is just fuel

I’ma take this little profit, I gotta flip it, no reciprocal

Nigga, fuck open arms, nigga open the safe

Respect in this bitch like a gun on my waist

Rappin like I got a gun in my face

I treat my life like I be runnin a race

Supa Dupa flow, up up and away

You at the top, well I’m on the way

I’ma come for your spot then I cum in your face

I been trying to make I gotta have it to a habit

Addicted to the mathematics, I’ma add-it addict

Beware of the niggas who abandon when your shit was abandoned

But there for the mansion

Then hit after hit after hit

Somebody tell me what’s the fuckin batting average

Dark Sky Paradise, you niggas can have it

Clique rainin so hard, you can white water raft it

[Outro] Man, we just fucking around, man

Just off the top, on the spot, just fuckin around

We was in three different cities today, man

Shout out to my old team

Man, we been going hard as fuck

My nigga Xeno, Mike Carcen, DJ Mo Beats, waddup doe

Amir, Key Wayne, Earl Mac, Dark Sky Paradise shit man

Boogie waddup doe

Hey the album out tomorrow, man I can’t believe this shit

I can’t believe it

Hey waddup doe Detroit

Man waddup doe to my family, my friends, my fans

I do this for ya’ll

We put our hearts into this shit

My boys damn near gone

I don’t know its like 5 in the morning

We ain’t slept in fuckin days

We do this from the heart man

And we did out our way

Boss up, it’s time to get it, yeah

Countin blessings over money

Straight up