Favor
They been watching
They been reading
They been stalking
They been feening
They been seeing
You can never predict
What I'm gonna end up being
Yea yea yea
Real nigga by nature
I been planting seeds tryna see paper
I been selling crops tryna pay bills
Just see them all again bout a week later
I've been in the room with my creator
Begging him again to receive favor
All I gotta do is land a deal
I mean all gotta do is touch a mill
I know if y'all
Running a mile
In my shoes
You couldn't step to me
In the same room but ya
Couldn't get next to me
All ya negativity
It never got the best of me
You ain't shit
But I couldn't think less of me
Imma go harder
Imma get stronger
Thought I'd end up dead
Well you couldn't wronger
It's not a word but these words
All need to be said
With the type of fire
That you couldn't feel if it was read
The type of fire that
Could wake a nigga outta his bed
The type of fire that
I had to Spark it up
I never believed in y'all
But this blunt do I trust
Thirsting for all of the power
With the runtz in my cup
A couple deep breathes
Break it down roll it up aye
We go straight by the code now
You can't bring no more hoes round
Twist the weed up let's slow down
Kick your feet up let's go rounds
We go straight by the code now
You can't bring no mo hoes round
Twist the weed up let's slow down
Twist the weed up
They been reading
They been stalking
They been feening
They been seeing
You can never predict
What I'm gonna end up being
Yea yea yea
Real nigga by nature
I been planting seeds tryna see paper
I been selling crops tryna pay bills
Just see them all again bout a week later
I've been in the room with my creator
Begging him again to receive favor
All I gotta do is land a deal
I mean all gotta do is touch a mill
I know if y'all
Running a mile
In my shoes
You couldn't step to me
In the same room but ya
Couldn't get next to me
All ya negativity
It never got the best of me
You ain't shit
But I couldn't think less of me
Imma go harder
Imma get stronger
Thought I'd end up dead
Well you couldn't wronger
It's not a word but these words
All need to be said
With the type of fire
That you couldn't feel if it was read
The type of fire that
Could wake a nigga outta his bed
The type of fire that
I had to Spark it up
I never believed in y'all
But this blunt do I trust
Thirsting for all of the power
With the runtz in my cup
A couple deep breathes
Break it down roll it up aye
We go straight by the code now
You can't bring no more hoes round
Twist the weed up let's slow down
Kick your feet up let's go rounds
We go straight by the code now
You can't bring no mo hoes round
Twist the weed up let's slow down
Twist the weed up
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Young
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