Lirik Lagu No Favors feat. Eminem - Big Sean
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Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake itEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favorsClique 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 favorsWhat I need? No favorsEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favors
I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every nightI'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the diceI'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with iceI'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your lifeTell 'em point and shoot like camera crewsIn front of cameras tooDamn, 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 tooMotherfuck all your comparisonsI've been talkin' to God like that's my therapistI'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shitBut a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shitDon, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to FlintKids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the leadFrom where they need a handoutBut they tell you put hands upOnly deals I had was from the Sam's ClubNow it's blue blood in my veinsThough you know what I came forBorn in a world goin' where they told me I can't goIn my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain BoltGet ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim forWhen my grandma died I realized I got an angelShow me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the anglesLook, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologiesThat's my new lifetime policyWoodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate shipHow many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'The pictures we been paintin'? My niggaConnected to a higher power—how I know?'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my niggaLook, all I ever did was beat the odds'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even outNever stoppin' like we hypnotizedWatch what we visualize on the riseBe the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake itEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favorsClique 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 herNo taste buds, ho, later!Fuck you lookin' at, hater?I saw them eyes, like an ass raperTry to copy my swag like a cheating classmateI'll be the last face you see before you passWhen you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paperSo ahead of my time, "late" means I'm earlyMy age is reversing, I'm basically thirtyAmazingly sturdy, zany and wordyBrainy and nerdy, blatantly dirtyInsanely perverted, rapey and scurvyThey blame me for murdering Jamie Lee CurtisSaid I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heaterA piece of furniture, egg beater, thermosIt may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthyBut I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rapState of emergency, the planet's having panic attacksBrady's returning, matter of fact I may be deservingOf a pat on the back, like a Patriots jerseyInexplicable stomach growl from the pit of itLike a fuckin' Terrier hid in itDespicable, dumb it down, ridiculousTongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouthLike a missile, a thunder cloudHundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will soundAnd you'll get a round, like Digital UndergroundAnd fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan posterWith a lamp post, door handle, shutterA damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can openerA candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, suckerSome hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole coverHand over the mouth and nose smotherTrample ran over the tramp with the Land RoverThe band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road RunnerGo ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of herThat's for Sandra Bland, ho, and PhilandoHannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubbornI'm anti, can't no government handle a commandoYour man don't want it, Trump's a bitchI'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.White Bronco like Elway, speedingI'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?Females stay beating ‘emBet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleadingBut screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le heliumLeaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized weltStraight treating 'em like a cellmateSeedy, I'm climbing hell's gateBitch, I'm like your problems: self-madeMeaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma…
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake itEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favorsClique 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 favorsWhat I need? No favorsEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favors
"Hey, I'm outside."What are you doing here?
I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every nightI'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the diceI'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with iceI'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your lifeTell 'em point and shoot like camera crewsIn front of cameras tooDamn, 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 tooMotherfuck all your comparisonsI've been talkin' to God like that's my therapistI'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shitBut a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shitDon, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to FlintKids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the leadFrom where they need a handoutBut they tell you put hands upOnly deals I had was from the Sam's ClubNow it's blue blood in my veinsThough you know what I came forBorn in a world goin' where they told me I can't goIn my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain BoltGet ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim forWhen my grandma died I realized I got an angelShow me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the anglesLook, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologiesThat's my new lifetime policyWoodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate shipHow many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin'The pictures we been paintin'? My niggaConnected to a higher power—how I know?'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my niggaLook, all I ever did was beat the odds'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even outNever stoppin' like we hypnotizedWatch what we visualize on the riseBe the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake itEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favorsClique 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 herNo taste buds, ho, later!Fuck you lookin' at, hater?I saw them eyes, like an ass raperTry to copy my swag like a cheating classmateI'll be the last face you see before you passWhen you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paperSo ahead of my time, "late" means I'm earlyMy age is reversing, I'm basically thirtyAmazingly sturdy, zany and wordyBrainy and nerdy, blatantly dirtyInsanely perverted, rapey and scurvyThey blame me for murdering Jamie Lee CurtisSaid I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heaterA piece of furniture, egg beater, thermosIt may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthyBut I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rapState of emergency, the planet's having panic attacksBrady's returning, matter of fact I may be deservingOf a pat on the back, like a Patriots jerseyInexplicable stomach growl from the pit of itLike a fuckin' Terrier hid in itDespicable, dumb it down, ridiculousTongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouthLike a missile, a thunder cloudHundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will soundAnd you'll get a round, like Digital UndergroundAnd fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan posterWith a lamp post, door handle, shutterA damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can openerA candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, suckerSome hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole coverHand over the mouth and nose smotherTrample ran over the tramp with the Land RoverThe band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road RunnerGo ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of herThat's for Sandra Bland, ho, and PhilandoHannibal on the lamb, no wonder I am so stubbornI'm anti, can't no government handle a commandoYour man don't want it, Trump's a bitchI'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah)And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A.White Bronco like Elway, speedingI'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in?Females stay beating ‘emBet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleadingBut screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le heliumLeaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized weltStraight treating 'em like a cellmateSeedy, I'm climbing hell's gateBitch, I'm like your problems: self-madeMeaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma…
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make itYou can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake itEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favorsClique 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 favorsWhat I need? No favorsEverything lined up for the takin'And what I need from 'em? No favors
"Hey, I'm outside."What are you doing here?
