No Favors

	  		
D#m 
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it 
D#m 
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 
D#m 
Clique too big, bread gotta break it 
D#m 
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin' 
D#m 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
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And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors 
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What I need? No favors 
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Everything lined up for the takin' 
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And what I need from 'em? No favors 

verse 1: Big Sean 
D#m 
I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night 
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I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice 
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I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice 
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I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life 
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Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews 
In front of cameras too (Brrr!) 
D#m 
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude? 
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I'm like, "Niggas took the flow, but I'm still standin' too." 
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Thought I had the Midas touch, and then I went platinum too 
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Motherfuck all your comparisons (Fuck 'em!) 
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I've been talkin' to God like that's my therapist 
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I'm African-American in America; I ain't inherit shit 
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But a millionaire under 30, so He must be hearin' shit 
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Don, don, don life, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint 
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Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead 
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From where they need a handout 
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But they tell you put hands up 
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Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club 
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Now it's blue blood in my veins 
Though you know what I came for 
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Born in a world goin' where they told me I can't go 
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In my lane, though, I'm in the same boat as Usain Bolt 
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Get ahead by any means, so the head's what I aim for 
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When my grandma died I realized I got an angel 
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Show me everything's a blessing, dependin' on the angles 
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Look, I am the anomaly, never needed favors or apologies 
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That's my new lifetime policy 
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Woodgrain steering wheel, this bitch feel like a pirate ship 
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How many hot verses 'til you bitches start acknowledgin' 
D#m 
The pictures we been paintin'? My nigga 
D#m 
Connected to a higher power—how I know? 
N.C. 
'Cause I don't write this shit, I think it, my nigga 
D#m 
Look, all I ever did was beat the odds 
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'Cause when you try to get even it just don't even out 
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Never stoppin' like we hypnotized 
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Watch what we visualize on the rise 
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Be the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods 

Hook: Big Sean 
D#m 
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it 
D#m 
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it 
D#m 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
D#m 
And what I need from 'em? No favors 
D#m 
Clique too big, bread gotta break it 
D#m 
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin' 
D#m 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
D#m 
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors 

verse 2: Eminem 
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If she was flavor, I won't save her 
D#m 
No taste buds, ho, later! 
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Fuck you lookin' at, hater? 
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I saw them eyes, like an ass raper 
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Try to copy my swag like a cheating classmate 
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I'll be the last face you see 'fore you pass 
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When you get your fuckin' ass graded like a math paper 
    D#m 
So ahead of my time, "late" means I'm early 
           D#m 
My age is reversing, I'm basically thirty 
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Amazingly sturdy, zany and wordy 
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Brainy and nerdy, blatantly dirty 
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Insanely perverted, rapey and scurvy 
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They blame me for murdering Jamie Lee Curtis 
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Said I put her face in the furnace, beat her with a space heater 
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A piece of furniture, egg beater, thermos 
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It may be disturbing, what I'm saying's cringeworthy 
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But I'm urinating on Fergie, call Shady number 81 
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Surely I'm turning into the Aaron Hernandez of rap 
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State of emergency, the planet's having panic attacks 
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Brady's returning, matter of fact I may be deserving 
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Of a pat on the back, like a Patriots jersey 
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Inexplicable stomach growl from the pit of it 
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Like a fuckin' Terrier hid in it 
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Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous 
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Tongue is foul, shoot off at the fuckin' mouth 
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Like a missile, a thunder cloud 
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Hundred pound pistol, pull the trigger, this gun will sound 
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And you'll get a round, like Digital Underground 
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And fuck Ann Coulter with a Klan poster 
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With a lamp post, door handle, shutter 
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A damn bolt cutter, a sandal, a can opener 
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A candle, rubber, piano, a flannel, sucker 
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Some hand soap, butter, a banjo and manhole cover 
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Hand over the mouth and nose smother 
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Trample ran over the tramp with the Land Rover 
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The band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner 
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Go ham donut, or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her 
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That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando 
D#m 
Hannibal on the lam, no wonder I am so stubborn 
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I'm anti, can't no government handle a commando 
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Your man don't want it, Trump's a bitch 
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I'll make his whole brand go under (Yeah) 
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And tell Dre I'm meeting him in L.A. 
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White Bronco like Elway, speeding 
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I'm 'bout to run over a chick, Del Rey CD in? 
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Females stay beating 'em 
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Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "Wait!" pleading 
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But screaming is pointless, like feeding Michel'le helium 
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Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt 
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Straight treating 'em like a cellmate 
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Seedy, I'm climbing hell's gate 
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Bitch, I'm like your problems: self-made 
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Meaning someone else's help ain't needed, 'cause I'ma… 

Hook: Big Sean 
D#m 
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it 
D#m 
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 
D#m 
Clique too big, bread gotta break it 
D#m 
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin' 
D#m 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
D#m 
And what I need from 'em? No favors, no favors 
D#m 
What I need? No favors 
D#m 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
D#m 
And what I need from 'em? No favors 

Outro 
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?