[Background Vocals: Pharrell & James Fauntleroy]
Nothing is stopping you (x4)
Stopping you
Stopping you

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
I know I'mma get it, I just don't know how
Heart up on the stage, body in the crowd
Parents always tried to keep me home
But I can't get paid from the crib, so I'll be gone 'til we on
What's 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 heard [bad word] like this,
I woke up early on a saturday
Said I'mma cash my check and hit some [bad word] today
Hit the bank, my [bad word] called me like: "Go rap for Ye
He at the station, rap that [bad word] that you rap everyday"
Man, that [bad word] sounds stupid
Then I hung up on his [bad word]  then called him back like  [bad word]  let's do it"
I didn't even cash my check, man can't believe my [bad word] pursued it
I didn't even have no gas but somehow God just lead me to it
Like, "Let's do it"

[Interlude: Kanye West and DJ Mo Beatz]
When I heard the songs he was doing
Man, I knew he had to be on G.O.O.Music
(BIG! SEAN!) (x5)

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Just to think, last night I was in Venice hugging [bad word] 
Thanking God Almighty, condoms were invented
Cause I had a yellow bone that [bad word] from out the Simpsons
Man. who claim she never did it (Yeah right)
But under these conditions, she was with it
Then I hopped up on that red eye when I finished
I been gone for five hours, [bad word]  my head still spinning [bad word] the hotel up, [bad word] she probably still in it,
Getting rest that I be missing,
But [bad word] it I'm on a mission
Flight delayed like 30 minutes, now that's the [bad word] that I hate
Now it's eight thirty, I'm officially late, for that eight o'clock spot
I know the Program Director hot
But I spit a freestyle up in there so cold
That everybody in that [bad word] forgot, now [bad word] late for sound check
And I heard the line's already to the lot, walking out the station
And that's around the time that I got stopped, by this shorty tryna rhyme
Manager said we ain't got time, but time to time
You gotta make time when it's time for karma [bad word] back around
I say "Aye dawg, What you got?", "Aw dawg, Big Sean, thanks a lot
Um, alright, stay young ran the game, man they been afraid
Tryna follow me get in a maze, Leave you minute maid
Um, I'm like a young black Eminem
It's a riddle and I'm repping that Michigan
Tryna stack my dividends, get my mom a new crib and them
And a bunch of synonyms about how he was living in, I even let him finish it,
I mean I can't lie he was alright, but at his age, [bad word] so was I
So I give him my email on a fly, and if his songs good, I'll reply, Uhh

[Interlude: Trick Trick and Shorty]
Trick Trick: Hello
Shorty: Ay [bad word]  Ay trick, where you at [bad word] Trick Trick: Ay what up, whats good, whats up man?
Shorty: Ay bro, ay [bad word] I just rapped for this [bad word] Big Sean dawg
Trick: What!
Shorty: Bro, haha, I just rapped for this [bad word] Big Sean dawg, aye
Trick: Oh [bad word] naw, what?
Shorty: Hey I ran into this [bad word]  but aye he cool as [bad word] man
Trick: Awwww Dang! Tight!
Shorty: Bet, He short as [bad word] though.
Both: Hahahaha
Shorty: But that [bad word] was cool though man
Trick: Alright!
Shorty: Man just like how he spit a hundred bars, I spit like two hundred bars.

[Outro 1: Big Sean]
Tell me what you know about dreams, what you know about having faith
In something you can't see, tell me how much do you believe
What you know about feeling something, that you can't even touch
What you know bout smelling something, that you can't even breathe
But when the world