Lyrics:

I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone till we on
Whats up,
Finally Famous, I had it on my jacket way back in high school
Know I wanted to be in them night clubs and not all off in that night school
So me and my niggas real life'd it, every week we did them cyphers
At the radio, had a crazy flow, man the city ain't heardshit like this
I woke up early on a saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some ass today
Hit the bank, my nigga called me like: 'Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that shit that you rap everyday'
Man, that shit sounds stupid then I hang up on his ass
Then called him back like 'Fuck, let's do it'
I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my ass pursuit it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, 'Let's do it'

When I heard the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.D Music
(BIG! SEAN!)
(BIG! SEAN!)