Big Sean - Iconic lyrics
Big Seant [Sean Michael Leonard Anderson] Santa Monica, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Big Sean - Iconic lyrics]
Uh
Yeah
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Straight to the top—that's how I rock (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy
Back to the basics
Back to the work like we back from vacation we never not takin'
We what? (What?) Back to the basics, back to the basement
I love makin' progress you peons not makin'
Bro turn his back on me then push back up on me
I'm not really fazed by his fakeness
I'm cut from a different cloth
Engineered from a different tier type greatness
Okay, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it
They love to talk shit but can't top it
I might just style yo' stylist (Oh, God)
They went and did what I did after I did it
Shit, ironic (Damn)
The way that I did what I did
My bitch love to call me iconic (So iconic right now)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Like, what the fuck?)
The time ain't gon' free up, the contract get read up
Yo' business is fucked
Crackers runnin' it up while they kickin' they feet up (Stupid)
You might as well signed you a prenup, then copped you a Fiat (Swerve)
Don't worry—I got properties that you could rent out
I'm not a new artist, brodie—I been out
These hoes wanna end us, these boys think I'm finished
But I turn the tables like Funk Flex in NY
Yeah, it's gon' all come around like a fisheye
And I'ma need all that love back that I dish out
The peace is Jesús—yeah, I had to go Biggie (Oh, God)
Y'all niggas rap like y'all actin' like Shiggy
I'm in a Mecca you boys can't touch down in
They turn a conscious rapper unconscious
They feed these gangsta rappers to piranhas
They take off yo' Cartier, fill it with diamonds
To put on they eyes just to hide all the trauma
I just ain't rhymin' to rhyme, bitch
We back to the basics
Back to the work like we back from vacation we never not takin'
We what? Back to the basics, back to the basement
I love makin' progress you peons not makin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it (Ayy)
They love to talk shit but can't top it (Ayy, ayy)
I might just style yo' stylist (Oh, God) (Ayy, ayy)
They went and did what I did after I did it (Ayy, ayy)
Shit, ironic (Ayy, ayy)
The way that I did what I did (Ayy)
My bitch love to call me iconic
Yeah
(Hit-Boy)
Yeah
Ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Straight to the top—that's how I rock (Ayy, ayy)
Ayy
Back to the basics
Back to the work like we back from vacation we never not takin'
We what? (What?) Back to the basics, back to the basement
I love makin' progress you peons not makin'
Bro turn his back on me then push back up on me
I'm not really fazed by his fakeness
I'm cut from a different cloth
Engineered from a different tier type greatness
Okay, let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it
They love to talk shit but can't top it
I might just style yo' stylist (Oh, God)
They went and did what I did after I did it
Shit, ironic (Damn)
The way that I did what I did
My bitch love to call me iconic (So iconic right now)
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Like, what the fuck?)
The time ain't gon' free up, the contract get read up
Yo' business is fucked
Crackers runnin' it up while they kickin' they feet up (Stupid)
You might as well signed you a prenup, then copped you a Fiat (Swerve)
Don't worry—I got properties that you could rent out
I'm not a new artist, brodie—I been out
These hoes wanna end us, these boys think I'm finished
But I turn the tables like Funk Flex in NY
Yeah, it's gon' all come around like a fisheye
And I'ma need all that love back that I dish out
The peace is Jesús—yeah, I had to go Biggie (Oh, God)
Y'all niggas rap like y'all actin' like Shiggy
I'm in a Mecca you boys can't touch down in
They turn a conscious rapper unconscious
They feed these gangsta rappers to piranhas
They take off yo' Cartier, fill it with diamonds
To put on they eyes just to hide all the trauma
I just ain't rhymin' to rhyme, bitch
We back to the basics
Back to the work like we back from vacation we never not takin'
We what? Back to the basics, back to the basement
I love makin' progress you peons not makin'
Let's get it, let's get it
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, I got it (Ayy)
They love to talk shit but can't top it (Ayy, ayy)
I might just style yo' stylist (Oh, God) (Ayy, ayy)
They went and did what I did after I did it (Ayy, ayy)
Shit, ironic (Ayy, ayy)
The way that I did what I did (Ayy)
My bitch love to call me iconic
