No Favors
Big Sean
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D#m Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itD#m You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin' And what I need from 'em? No favorsD#m Clique too big, bread gotta break itD#m 'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'D#m Everything lined up for the takin'D#m And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favorsD#m What I need? No favorsD#m Everything lined up for the takin'D#m And what I need from 'em? No favors [Verse 1: Big Sean]D#m I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every nightD#m I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the diceD#m I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with iceD#m I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your lifeD#m Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews In front of cameras too (Brrr!)D#m Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?D#m I'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too."D#m Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum tooD#m Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!)D#m I've been talkin' to God like that's my therapistD#m I'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shitD#m But a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shitD#m Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to FlintD#m Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the leadD#m From where they need a handoutD#m But they tell you put hands upD#m Only deals I had was from the Sam's ClubD#m Now it's blue blood in my veins Though you know what I came forD#m Born in a world goin' where they told me I can't goD#m In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain BoltD#m Get ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim forD#m When my grandma died I realized I got an angelD#m Show me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the anglesD#m Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologiesD#m That's my new lifetime policyD#m Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate shipD#m How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'D#m The pictures we been paintin'? My niggaD#m Connected to a higher power—how I know? N.C. 'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my niggaContinues after the adD#m Look, all I ever did was beat the oddsD#m 'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even outD#m Never stoppin' like we hypnotizedD#m Watch what we visualize on the riseD#m Be the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods [Hook: Big Sean]D#m Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itD#m You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake itD#m Everything lined up for the takin'D#m And what I need from 'em? No favorsD#m Clique too big, bread gotta break itD#m 'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'D#m Everything lined up for the takin'D#m And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors [Verse 2: Eminem]D#m If she was flavor, I won't save herD#m No taste buds, ho, later!D#m Fuck you lookin' at, hater?D#m I saw them eyes, like an ass raper Try to copy my swag like a cheatingD#m classmateD#m I'll be the last face you see 'foreD#m you passD#m When you get your fuckin' assD#m graded like a math paperD#m So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm earlyD#m My age is reversing, I'm basically thirtyD#m Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordyD#m Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirtyD#m Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvyD#m They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee CurtisD#m Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heaterD#m A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermosD#m It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthyD#m But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81D#m Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rapD#m State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacksD#m Brady's returning, matter of fact I may be deservingD#m Of a pat on the back, like a Patriots jerseyD#m Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of itD#m Like a fuckin' Terrier hid in itD#m Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculousD#m Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouthD#m Like a missile, a thunder cloudD#m Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will soundD#m And you'll get a round, like Digital UndergroundD#m And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan posterD#m With a lamp post, door handle, shutterD#m A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can openerD#m A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, suckerD#m Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole coverD#m Hand over the mouth and nose smotherD#m Trample ran over the tramp with the Land RoverD#m The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road RunnerD#m Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of herD#m That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and PhilandoD#m Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubbornD#m I'm anti, can't no government handle a commandoD#m Your man don't want it, Trump's a bitchD#m I'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)D#m And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.D#m White Bronco like Elway, speedingD#m I'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?D#m Females stay beating 'emD#m Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleadingD#m But screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le heliumD#m Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized weltD#m Straight treating 'em like a cellmateD#m Seedy, I'm climbing hell's gateD#m Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-madeD#m Meaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma… [Hook: Big Sean]D#m Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itD#m You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin' And what I need from 'em? No favorsD#m Clique too big, bread gotta break itD#m 'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'D#m Everything lined up for the takin'D#m And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favorsD#m What I need? No favorsD#m Everything lined up for the takin'D#m And what I need from 'em? No favors [Other]D#m (I know you feeling yourself right now.)D#m (But I'm not sure she's the one—I wouldn't call her, man.).D#m "Hey, I'm outside." What are you doing here?
Composition: John Benson Sebastian, Steve Boone, Mark Sebastian, Eminem, Big Sean, Francisgotheat, Wondagurl, and Ink New
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