Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? No favors Clique too big, bread? Gotta break it Cause these others low key with the snaking faking Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? No favors
I'm about getting the job done, boy up every night I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice I'm about getting my logo off, flooded with ice I'm about taking a risk, that might fuck up your life Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews In front of cameras too (brrr) Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude? I'm like "niggas took the flow but I'm still standing too" Thought I had the Midas touch And then I went platinum too Mother fuck all your comparisons I've been talking to God like that's my therapist I'm African-American in America I ain't inherit shit but a millionaire under 30 So He must be hearing shit Don, don, don, life, I do this for the crib The D to Flint who get sick with lead Others get the hit with the laugh From where they need a handout But they tell you put hands up Only deals I have is from the Sam's Club Now it's blue blood in my veins So you know where I came from Born in a world going where they told me I can't go In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt Get ahead by any means so the head's what I aim for When my grandma died, I realized I got an angel Show me everything's a blessing depending on the angles Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies That's my new lifetime policy Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship How many hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging The pictures we been painting, my nigga Connected to a higher power How I know? 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga Look, all I ever did was beat the odds Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out Never stopping like we hypnotized Watch what we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T. While we alive when we die, we gon' be the gods
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? No favors Clique too big, bread? gotta break it 'Cause these others low key with the snaking faking Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
If she was flavor I won't savor No taste buds, hoe later Fuck you looking at, hater? I saw them eyes like an ass raper Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate I'll be the last face you see before you pass When you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper So ahead of my time late means I'm early, my age is reversing I'm basically 30, amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater A piece furniture, egg beater, thermos It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe worthy But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81 Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks Brady's returning, matter fact I may be deserving Of a Pat on the back like a Patriots jersey Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it Like a fucking Terrier hittin' it Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking mouth Like a missile, a thunder cloud 100 pound pistol pull the trigger this gun will sound And you'll get a round like Digital Underground And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster With a lamp post, door handle shutter A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener, a candle rubber Piano, a flannel, sucker, some hand soap, butter A banjo and manhole cover Hand over the mouth and nose smother Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner Go ham donut or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her That's for Sandra Bland ho and Philando Hannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubborn I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando Your man don't want it, Drumpf's a bitch I'll make his whole brand go under (yeah) And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A., white Bronco like Elway Speeding, I'm bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in? Females stay beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is pointless Like feeding Michel'le helium Leaving them pale faced medium sized welt Straight treating 'em like a cell mate See me I'm climbing hell's gate Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made Meaning someone else's help ain't needed Cause I'ma—
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from em, no favors Clique too big, bread? gotta break it 'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors What I need? No favors Everything lined up for the taking And what I need from 'em? no favors
(I know you feeling yourself right now But I'm not sure she's the one I would call them in) – "Hey, I'm outside" What are you doing here?
Writer/s: Sean Anderson, Marshall Mathers, Steve Boone, Mark Sebastian, John Sebastian, Ebony O Shunrinde, Francis Nguyentran
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
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