No Favors - Jtk

Make it, make it, make it, boy, you gotta make it

You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it

Cuz everything is lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

Clique still small, so I ain’t gotta break it

Yes these niggas is lowkey with the snakin', fakin'

Everything is lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

Uh… no favors

And all I need is No favors

Cuz everything lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

I was born crying in rhythm and kicking

To the sound of the music I made and started speaking

Truths and cut out lies, became viable then tweaking

Sounds and making beats became a ritual for my living

Then I went from counting my hopes to counting my cents

To counting dollars and cents. That’s why better scents

Are over me. I’m a dog and now I’m sensing advances

My career is kicking, fucking I’m freelancing

Obsessing on how to make earns, to be best

So it’s vexing when I’m taken for a wannabe. Fences

I never sit on. I’ll snap if you’re disrespectfully testing me up

Like boobies of Silicon

So last night I fucked a bitch and her name was Opinion

She was all over me and I couldn’t resist. I’m like Neon

I’m noble and don’t be seeking attention except if I be on

A beat. That’s my drug. I’m smoking hard. I’m infamous, a damon

I know that I’m slim, but not as crazy as Shady

But I’ve got an LP, Long Penis that I stick into ladies

Err’day of my life, I’m living like I’m driving a Mercedes

Last in the fast lane, double stroked lines

No hitting of the brakes. I’mma just say this

I’m dropping bombs over Baghdad

It’s the feeling I get in my head

I’m like sparks from a live wire

I’m shocking, short me or I may cause Mayhem

I’d like to be set like Pussy on a pedestal

The world is old as fuck, and I know but I am her Sugar Son

And I get aroused from doing this shit, I said that shit before

Oh you my bro and slacking? I’ll cane you then ring your ear a bell

All my life, I’ve been searching for Nicki, the rapper

But there’s no logic in that since I’ve been so stuck in my life

I’ve been under pressure to succeed, but whatever man

The paper, the name, the fame and the acclaim

I surely know that I am gonna

Make it, make it, make it, boy, you gotta make it

You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it

Cuz everything is lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

Clique still small, so I ain’t gotta break it

Yes these niggas is lowkey with the snakin', fakin'

Everything is lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

Uh… no favors

If she was flavour, I won’t save her

Or wearing a clock, Hoe, later!

Fuck you think I’m like? Wait a

Second, you thought I was lying when I said

I don’t even save time. Tell me why will I

Even bother about a farming tool when I now

Overly season my life. I’m about lines and grind

I’m claiming I’m the only one who matters

Cuz I’m the Marshall of rap, and that’s my ambitious ego

The alter. I alternate him. Often times, I’m off to a turf

To talk to God and that is not the truth

I should kneel before the alter to repent from my sins

The lord and I know I’ve loaded my arsenal to strike an ass now

Of anyone who attempts to take a shot at me

It is sure to me, I’m ensuring the ones that I love that I’mma surely be

Wanking on, spanking the ass of hip-hop

When it stank, I won’t stop

I might just thank all the wankers who want some

And start giving bars

I want all hands up, my tankers are up

And aim for even stars

I’m all so hanky and panky with rap so

I’d shoot from my pipe

My thoughts are

Racing faster than cars in Formula 1. I can see

Me balling hard cuz I work my ideas into art. In

Years I’ll be causing shock in the earth’s crust when I walk and

That’s cuz I’ll be the Godzilla of rap, a beast in making

That’s what I am and a doctor once told me that my illness was strange,

that’s why he marvelled

It’s been a Marvel, my life. And this is not a sci-fi

But what you got is an Alien spitting gross shit on the mic

I’m taking tonight to shine on any motherfuckers, who ever doubted my prowesses

My hours are counting up to the square of the threshold set by Malcolm Gladwell

Towels, I’ll never throw in. I’m owing my goals to myself

So fuck your feelings about my chances cuz

On my girl, I cheated on

I fucked the word, ain’t it some

I’ve been longing to pop

Hipping hop, it is fun

I’mma bust till I’m gone

Never popping for money

But here are things I’mma pop

I might just pop a pussy, pop a zit

Pop a truck, pop a stick

Pop a paparazzi

Pop a puppa, pop a president

Pop the papa of a Pauper

Pop a pupa probably

And brother bring your broad to me

I’ll pork your prom date properly

I’m probably done rhyming every word that rhymes with probably

A prodigy brought to you by Mom and Dad and God. To me

Life is a bitch so it’s only right to treat her accordingly

Only in surprise how they once said «So you’re a rapper now?»

Now they wondering who can it be in the booth

Getting ghosts feeling spooked with nuke

And a hook and juke. He a mutant

He muted unbelievers and got them shook and looking so confused

Now tell me, ain’t it stupid to be thinking and wondering «Can he

Make it?» But this time, there’s no more debates

To who can relate, play this on repeat cuz I’mma

Make it, make it, make it, boy, you gotta make it

You can save your hand, I ain’t gotta shake it

Cuz everything is lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

Clique still small, so I ain’t gotta break it

Yes these niggas is lowkey with the snakin', fakin'

Everything is lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors

Uh… no favors

All I need is No favors

Cuz everything lined up for the takin'

And all I need from 'em? No favors