Jtk - No Favors Remix

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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