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      Big Sean

      Album: I Decided.

      Big Sean - No Favors Música y Letra

      Hook: Big Sean]
      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 takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors
      Clique too big, bread gotta break it
      'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
      Everything lined up for the takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
      What I need? No favors
      Everything lined up for the takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors
      
      [Verse 1: Big Sean]
      I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night
      I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice
      I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice
      I'm about takin' 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 standin' too."
      Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too
      Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!)
      I've been talkin' 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 hearin' shit
      Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint
      Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead
      From where they need a handout
      But they tell you put hands up
      Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club
      Now it's blue blood in my veins
      Though you know what I came for
      Born in a world goin' 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, dependin' on the angles
      Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies
      That's my new lifetime policy
      Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship
      How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'
      The pictures we been paintin'? 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 stoppin' 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
      
      [Hook: Big Sean]
      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 takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors
      Clique too big, bread gotta break it
      'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
      Everything lined up for the takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
      
      [Verse 2: Eminem]
      If she was flavor, I won't save her
      No taste buds, ho, later!
      Fuck you lookin' 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 'fore you pass
      When you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paper
      So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm early
      My age is reversing, I'm basically thirty
      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 of furniture, egg beater, thermos
      It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy
      But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81
      Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap
      State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks
      Brady's returning, matter of 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 fuckin' Terrier hid in it
      Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
      Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth
      Like a missile, a thunder cloud
      Hundred 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, gut her
      Make an example of her
      That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
      Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn
      I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando
      Your man don't want it, Trump'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 beating 'em
      Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleading
      But screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium
      Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt
      Straight treating 'em like a cellmate
      Seedy, 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…
      
      [Hook: Big Sean]
      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 takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors
      [Clique too big, bread gotta break it](11458608)
      'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
      Everything lined up for the takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors
      What I need? No favors
      Everything lined up for the takin'
      And what I need from 'em? No favors
      
      [Outro]
      (I know you feeling yourself right now.)
      (But I'm not sure she's the one—I wouldn't call her, man.)
      "Hey, I'm outside."
      What are you doing here?
      
      [Produced by FrancisGotHeat & WondaGurl]

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