Big Sean - No favors

^D#mMake it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it ^D#mYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin' And what I need from 'em? No favors ^D#mClique too big, bread gotta break it ^D#m'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin' ^D#mEverything lined up for the takin' ^D#mAnd what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors ^D#mWhat I need? No favors ^D#mEverything lined up for the takin' ^D#mAnd what I need from 'em? No favors

^D#mI'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night ^D#mI'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice ^D#mI'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice ^D#mI'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life ^D#mTell 'em point and shoot like camera crews In front of cameras too (Brrr!) ^D#mDamn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude? ^D#mI'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too." ^D#mThought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too ^D#mMotherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!) ^D#mI've been talkin' to God like that's my therapist ^D#mI'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shit ^D#mBut a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shit ^D#mDon, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint ^D#mKids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead ^D#mFrom where they need a handout ^D#mBut they tell you put hands up ^D#mOnly deals I had was from the Sam's Club ^D#mNow it's blue blood in my veins Though you know what I came for ^D#mBorn in a world goin' where they told me I can't go ^D#mIn my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt ^D#mGet ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim for ^D#mWhen my grandma died I realized I got an angel ^D#mShow me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the angles ^D#mLook, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies ^D#mThat's my new lifetime policy ^D#mWoodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship ^D#mHow many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin' ^D#mThe pictures we been paintin'? My nigga ^D#mConnected to a higher power—how I know?

N.C.

'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga ^D#mLook, all I ever did was beat the odds ^D#m'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out ^D#mNever stoppin' like we hypnotized ^D#mWatch what we visualize on the rise ^D#mBe the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods

^D#mMake it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it ^D#mYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it ^D#mEverything lined up for the takin' ^D#mAnd what I need from 'em? No favors ^D#mClique too big, bread gotta break it ^D#m'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin' ^D#mEverything lined up for the takin' ^D#mAnd what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors

^D#mIf she was flavor, I won't save her ^D#mNo taste buds, ho, later! ^D#mFuck you lookin' at, hater? I saw them eyes, like an ^D#mass raper Try to copy my swag like a cheating c^D#mlassmate I'll be the ^D#mlast face you see 'fore you ^D#mpass When you get your fuckin' ^D#mass graded like a m^D#math paper So a^D#mhead of my time, "late" means I'm early My age is r^D#meversing, I'm basically thirty ^D#mAmazingly sturdy, zany and wordy ^D#mBrainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty ^D#mInsanely perverted, rapey and scurvy ^D#mThey blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis ^D#mSaid I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater ^D#mA piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos ^D#mIt may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy ^D#mBut I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81 ^D#mSurely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap ^D#mState of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks ^D#mBrady's returning, matter of fact I may be deserving ^D#mOf a pat on the back, like a Patriots jersey ^D#mInexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it ^D#mLike a fuckin' Terrier hid in it ^D#mDespicable, dumb it down, ridiculous ^D#mTongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth ^D#mLike a missile, a thunder cloud ^D#mHundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound ^D#mAnd you'll get a round, like Digital Underground ^D#mAnd fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster ^D#mWith a lamp post, door handle, shutter ^D#mA damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener ^D#mA candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker ^D#mSome hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover ^D#mHand over the mouth and nose smother ^D#mTrample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover ^D#mThe band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner ^D#mGo ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her ^D#mThat's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando ^D#mHannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn ^D#mI'm anti, can't no government handle a commando ^D#mYour man don't want it, Trump's a bitch ^D#mI'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah) ^D#mAnd tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A. ^D#mWhite Bronco like Elway, speeding ^D#mI'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in? ^D#mFemales stay beating 'em ^D#mBet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleading ^D#mBut screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium ^D#mLeaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt ^D#mStraight treating 'em like a cellmate ^D#mSeedy, I'm climbing hell's gate ^D#mBitch, I'm like your problems: self-made ^D#mMeaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma…

^D#mMake it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it ^D#mYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it Everything lined up for the takin' And what I need from 'em? No favors ^D#mClique too big, bread gotta break it ^D#m'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin' ^D#mEverything lined up for the takin' ^D#mAnd what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors ^D#mWhat I need? No favors ^D#mEverything lined up for the takin' ^D#mAnd what I need from 'em? No favors

^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?