Album Name

I Decided.

Artist

Big Sean

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2017.02.03

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

No Favors (Feat. Eminem) - 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
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
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
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
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

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