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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 
What I need? No favors 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
And what I need from 'em? No favors 

I'm about gettin' the job done, boy up every night 
I'm about rollin' a seven when I toss up the dice 
I'm about gettin' my logo all flooded with ice 
I'm about takin' a risk that might fuck up your life 
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, I do this for the crib, the D to Flint 
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 
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 
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 
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 
Be the GOAT while we alive; when we die, we gon' be the gods 

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 

 
If she was flavor, I won't save her 
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 before 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 
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 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 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… 

 
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 
What I need? No favors 
Everything lined up for the takin' 
And what I need from 'em? No favors 

(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?
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