Artist: Big Sean f/ Eminem Album: I Decided. Song: No Favors Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Chorus: 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 low-key with the snakin, fakin Everything lined up for the takin And what I need from 'em? No favors No favors [Interlude: Big Sean] What I need? No favors E'rything lined up for the takin And what I need from 'em? No favors [Big Sean] 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 them point and shoot like camera crews in front of cameras too (brrrt!) "Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?" I'm like, niggaz 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 hand-out 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 fo' Born in a world goin where they told me I cain'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 fo' 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 GOAT while we alive, when we die we gon' be the gods [Chorus] [Eminem] If she was flavor, I won't save her/savor No taste buds, hoe, later! Fuck you lookin at, hater? I "saw dem eyes"/sodomize like an ass raper Try to copy my swag like a cheatin 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 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 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 havin 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'll 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 van, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner, go HAM, donut Or go Rambo, gotta make an example of her That's for Sandra Bland hoe, 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 him Bet you they'll lay bleeding and yell, "Wait!" pleading but screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium Leaving him pale-faced, medium-sized welt straight treating him like a cellmate, seedy, I'm climbin hell's gate Bitch I'm like your problems, self-made Meaning someone else's help ain't needed Cause I'ma [Chorus] [Interlude] [Outro] "I know you're feeling yourself right now But I'm not sure she's the one, I would call 'em in" Ay, I'm outside What are you doing here?