No Favors

Album: I Decided (2017)
Charted: 56 22
  • 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
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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