(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 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
(Verse 1 – Big Sean)
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 f**k up your life
Tell em point and shoot like camera crews
In front of cameras, brrr
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
I’m like ni**as took the flow but I’m still standing too
Thought I had the Midas touch
And then I went platinum too
Mother f**k all your comparisons
I’ve been talking to God like that’s my therapist
I’m African American in America
I ain’t inherit s**t but a millionaire under 30
So He must be hearing s**t
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 bi**h feel like a pirate ship
How many hot verses till you bi**hes start acknowledging
The pictures we been painting, my ni**a
Connected to a higher power
How I know? Cause I don’t write this s**t, I think it, my ni**a
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 Goat
While we alive when we die, we gon be the gods
(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 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
(Verse 2 – Eminem)
If she was flavor I won’t savor
No taste buds, hoe later
F*** 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 f**king 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 f***ing Terrier hitting it
Despicable, dumb it down, ridiculous
Tongue is foul shoot off at the f**king 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 f*** 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, s**ker, 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 bi**h
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 beating 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
Bi**h, I’m like your problems: self-made
Meaning someone else’s help ain’t needed
Cause I’ma
(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 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
(Intro)
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?
