KeY Wane - Life Should Go On lyrics

[Produced by Key Wane] [Verse 1: Big Sean] From the West but I'm heading to the Northside That's the top, I need a crib on the shoreside I need a backyard full court size From where the judge is the only thing that's courtside Chasing money in the city of crime Cash back so then it's black bags under my eyes Man f** it I got a dream worth more than my sleep To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats Man f** these hating a** b**hes I'm gone They told me no then I reverse it I'm on, I'm on! I'm on, I'm on, they told me no then I reverse it I'm on Mama had 2 jobs I know that she was working for me Ten years later, Hired to working for me Hired the whole family like mobsters Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors Grandma called, see me on the Billboards around the city Man going around around the world so many times I'm dizzy London or Japan, Orlando, Walt Disney Paris, Abu-Dhabi, California weed twistin' yup! Texas to Toronto where they love that n***a Drizzy All the way to Detroit, the whole city f**ing with me Heading to the money, whole city coming with me And I'mma rep the city 'til the reaper come and get me yup! [Hook 1] And this is how life should go Everything I wanted never seem so close Good people, good drinks, good smoke Got me thinking this is how life should go This is how life should go Everything I wanted never seem so close Family all around, all highs no lows Got me thinking this is how life should go [Verse 2: Wale] Sitting back, putting all my issues in a swisher I keep it funky with my misses, f** these other b**hes And this ain't biblical but this sermon is spiritual ‘Cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few The upper percentile Whipping whatever I, 460LS you I probably go less miles, stay in a small circle Know that it's God working Police got the swine flu and these n***as is reptiles Yeah, Maybach poetic genius You buying a seven jeans, keep mine in a seven Beemer I'm trampolining on n***as and I actually mean it A fly n***a, I keep having a gravity grievance And while these n***as keep hating, they be asking for features That's like a complacent atheist is asking for Jesus Riding around without a f** given Behind them dirty plates like a catcher with a mitten The best in my position, I'm pa**ionate with lyrics And they ain't f**ing with the kid like Chris Hansen in the kitchen I'm handsome to these women, I'm envied by these no ones That's no Joakim Noah, n***a everybody know us And even if you don't drink everybody po' up ‘Cause all these hating n***as probably never gon' show up Never hate on no one, your blessing's getting closer Even when I'm open, it's nothing to Ed Cota wa**up [Hook 1] Part II: "All I Know" ft. Wiz Khalifa [Verse 3: Sean] Could you tell me where to go? I need direction Where are we now? Where's the intersection? Motherf** my phone, it never has reception In this cold world, it's all about collection So I, I stack paper and keep it ghetto Oh, cause when you rich you are on top of the world I made a promise to the mirror That I'd, never ever ever go broke Riding through the city, I be riding through the city All I know is bad b**hes, I got Finally Famous with me though Plenty smoke, plenty rolled [Hook 2] So I'mma drink and smoke and f** and go go go Like it's all I know, all I know Like it's all I know, all I know Like it's all I know, all I know All I know, all I know -ow -ow -ow -ow -ow [x8] [Verse 4: Wiz] Well, I'm flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities Got my carry-on but really wish I had a pound with me though My watch is thirty thousand dollars, Dolce and Gabana I done spent so much in Prada, I don't wanna know I'm the reason that your b**h is smoking weed now No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints Seen the how-to video now he on point And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one If I ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none Just put on one of me or Big Sean's CDs and roll me some And there's only one, you know you know Khalifa guy, I stay high like Pluto [Verse 5: Sean] Okay, I'm going hard (I'm going hard), I'm going dumb (I'm going dumb) I'm going in (I'm going in), 'til I'm going numb ('til I'm going numb) I got a lot to say, I don't hold my tongue I just hold money, don't hold me up Rolling in more green than a hole in one You got more than me? Then sh** roll somethin' See I be off of that tree, people tell me I shouldn't be But early on, my mom taught me that everything green is good for me I wake up to three girls, my role model is Hugh Hef I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck I don't dance, I two step, my weed loud, it suplex I came up from that basement, man straight up out of that duplex b**h, if I ain't a G, I'm an OG Two fingers on my joint, one to the policeeeee [Hook 2]