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



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 too (brrr)

Damn, Sean, what happened to the humble attitude?

I'm like "niggas 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 shit but a millionaire under 30

So He must be hearing shit

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 bitch feel like a pirate ship

How many hot verses till you bitches start acknowledging

The pictures we been painting, 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 stopping like we hypnotized

Watch what we visualize on the rise, be the G.O.A.T

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 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