[Intro: Big Sean]
Uh-huh
[Chorus: Big Sean]
Make it, make it, make it, boy, we gotta make it (Make it)
You can save your hand, I ain't gotta shake it
Everything lined up for the takin' (For the takin')
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
No favors (No)
What I need? No favors
Everything lined up for the takin' (Yeah-yeah)
And what I need from 'em? No favors (Look)
[Verse 1: 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 (Dice)
I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice
I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life (Woah)
Tell 'em point and shoot like camera crews in front of cameras too (Brrr)
Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?
I'm like, "Niggas 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 (Don), I do this for the crib, the D to Flint (Woah)
Kids who get sick with lead, others get hit with the lead
From where they need a handout, but they tell you put hands up (No)
Only deals I had was from the Sam's Club
Now it's blue blood in my veins, though you know what I came for
Born in a world goin' 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 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 (Swerve, swerve)
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 (Goddamn)
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 (Woah), 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 takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
No favors (No)
[Verse 2: Eminem]
If she was flavor, I won't save her (No)
No taste buds, ho, later
Fuck you lookin' 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 '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 thirty
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 having panic attacks, Brady's returning
Matter of fact, I may be deserving of a pat on the back like a Patriots jersey (Yeah)
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 will 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 band, the Lambo, Hummer and Road Runner, go ham donut
Or go Rambo, gut her, make an example of her
That's for Sandra Bland, ho, and Philando
Hannibal on the lam, 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 beating 'em
Bet you they'll lay bleeding, and yell, "wait," pleading
But screaming is pointless like feeding Michel'le helium
Leaving 'em pale-faced, medium-sized welt, straight treating 'em
Like a cellmate, seedy, I'm climbing Hell's gate
Bitch, 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 takin'
And what I need from 'em? No favors
Clique too big, bread gotta break it
'Cause these others lowkey with the snakin', fakin'
Everything lined up for the takin' (Takin')
And what I need from 'em? No favors
No favors (No)
What I need? No favors (No)
Everything lined up for the takin' (the takin')
And what I need from 'em? No favors
[Outro: Big Sean]
I know you feeling yourself right now
But I'm not sure she's the one
I wouldn't call her, man
Hey, I'm outside
What are you doing here?
[Produced by FrancisGotHeat & WondaGurl]
