No Favors Lyrics - 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 taking 

And what I need from em? No favors 

Clique too big, bread? gotta break it 

Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking 

Everything lined up for the taking 

And what I need from 'em? 

No favors, no favors 

What I need? No favors 

Everything lined up for the taking 

And what I need from 'em? no favors 

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I'm about getting the job done, boy up every night 

I'm about rolling a seven, when I toss up the dice 

I'm about getting my logo off, flooded with ice 

I'm about taking 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 standing too" 

Thought I had the Midas touch and then I went platinum too 

Mother fuck all your comparisons 

I've been talking 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 hearing shit 

Don, don, don, life, I do this for the crib 

The D to Flint who get sick with lead 

Others get the hit with the laugh 

From where they need a handout 

But they tell you put hands up 

Only deals I have is from the Sam's Club 

Now it's blue blood in my veins, so you know where I came from 

Born in a world going 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 depending on the angles 

Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies 

That's my new lifetime policy 

Wood grain steering wheel this bitch feel like a pirate ship 

How many hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging 

The pictures we been painting, 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 stopping 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 

Photos 

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 taking 

And what I need from em? No favors 

Clique too big, bread? gotta break it 

'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking 

Everything lined up for the taking 

And what I need from 'em? 

No favors, no favors 

If she was flavor I won't savor 

No taste buds, hoe later 

Fuck you looking 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 before you pass 

When you get your fucking ass graded like a math paper 

So ahead of my time late means I'm early, my age is reversing 

I'm basically 30, 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 furniture, egg beater, thermos 

It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringe worthy 

But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81 

Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap 

State of emergency, the planets having panic attacks 

Brady's returning, matter 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 fucking Terrier hittin' it 

Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous 

Tongue is foul shoot off at the fucking mouth 

Like a missile, a thunder cloud 

100 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, gotta make an example of her 

That's for Sandra Bland ho and Philando 

Hannibal on the lamb, 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 beatin 'em, bet you they'll lay bleeding 

And yell, "Wait!", pleading—but screaming is pointless 

Like feeding Michel'le helium 

Leaving them pale faced medium sized welt 

Straight treating 'em like a cell mate 

See me I'm climbing hell's gate 

Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made 

Meaning someone else is self Made needed? 

Cause I'm a... 

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 taking 

And what I need from em; no favors 

Clique too big, bread? gotta break it 

'Cause these others lowkey with the snaking faking 

Everything lined up for the taking 

And what I need from 'em? 

No favors, no favors 

What I need? No favors 

Everything lined up for the taking 

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 would call them in 

Hey, I'm outside 

What are you doing here?