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Paul Wall

No Favors (Pt. 2)

 

No Favors (Pt. 2)

(album: Start 2 Finish - 2022)


I'm focused got my eyes on you
I'm born to die for what I do
So please do me a favor don't do me no fucking favors
I'm focused got my eyes on you
I'm born to die for what I do
So please do me a favor don't do me no fucking favors no

I ain't fuckin with ya'll my brother not at all
You lay your head to sleep praying that I would fall
You so mad at yourself cause you're dying to ball
And you still live with your moms you're like a child dog
Get a job go and hustle a pack
Apparently you can get paid when you fuckin with rap
And I be getting money yeah I be tuckin the stack
When I handed you the knife you left it stuck in my back
You can keep your fake daps, you can keep your fake laughs
You can keep your fake love homie pardon my back
I'm in the Cadillac with some hoes in the back
Headlining but you can't steal the opening act
I used to sell haze, piff, coke, guns and crack
Now I'm over the trap I sell cold dinner raps
I'm too focused baby I'm too focused
Crep up to the top sorry you ain't even notice

I'm focused got my eyes on you
I'm born to die for what I do
So please do me a favor don't do me no fucking favors
I'm focused got my eyes on you
I'm born to die for what I do
So please do me a favor don't do me no fucking favors no

Tell your bitch to autotune these nuts
I'm lining up my ducks stacking up my bucks
Itchin for that scratch over time is a must
Paper is deluxe its a hate influx
No hand bag but I got paper in my clutch
I'm down for life no if and's or buts
The crew is minus one after you deep duck
Now I'm shining I can see the hate and you erupt
You blame me but it ain't my fault you stuck
Gave you chance after chance and every time you cut
So I severed all the ties I don't need no tux
I ain't hanging round with nobody I can't trust
Now you broke and outta luck catching feelings aw shucks
But I caught you on camera stealing homie now what
A matter fact I caught you sneak sippin out my cup
That day alone got you fucked up straight up

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