Favours

Lyrics

[Chorus: RIL] Why they ask me for favours? Why they trackin' on my papers? Why they watching all my acres? Why they ask me for favours? Why they trackin' on my papers? Why they watching all my acres? [Verse 1: RIL] It sound like the beat king Not playing these weak games It's sounding like me came Some pictures have been framed Some niggas have been tamed It's mad when the drip stains Always knew that the whip would change Strategize over rookie mistakes I just know when the chick came To you at the seven skrrt in L.A It's the land of the stars and fame The reason we sit when the Lakers playing I don't care what the fakers say Mom saw the son that's making hate Uhh, hey, it seems that they hate on the kid I throw shots and I aim for the mid Coming flow with the champagne, it's lit It's so lit, man, I'm winning with it And, yeah, some of the cases we read, yeah We're cooking, need space in the fridge So much that they think that it's lidge We just hit 'em, attack 'em and smash 'em, it's fire, straight after we burning a bridge Get a cup when I'm putting up stitch Information, we're running the pitch So at one point they think it's a glitch And the drink don't rely on the wish It's just me and my niggas, your bitch [Chorus: RIL] Why they ask me for favours? Why they trackin' on my papers? Why they watching all my acres? Why they ask me for favours? Why they trackin' on my papers? Why they watching all my acres? [Verse 2: RIL] Young and we reckless Damage and split man a neckless Leaving this shit and we leave, different exits Call for the bro's 'cause we staying connected What do you expect, bitch? It's a new sound and I'm confident Got the pool now Like a fool now, that's never changed Mama told me she's proud now Why do y'all got surround sound? It could be Love-town or Wrist-pound-town But around me you just might see Neon green 'cause it's Fendi So we livin' sports and it's part three Still Ninj got the ting pending And this AA and that Bentley No rental, we just got P, like [Verse 3: JME] Yeah, it's me, the realest and I'm with RIL So it's too real like King Depthsman, yeah It's too real like JK's hand, yeah It's too real like man's multi-track recording on some old school ting Ding ding ding Serious, over the top rope, JME's into the ring Music ting I'm foundation, we brought MSMN and boulders Then dug trenches 'cause man are sodas Skeppy done told ya', we never had olders Learn from us, now we learn from you Teach me to lick man's head off his shoulders They can't cuss, man, or we concuss, man Sweep man off his feet, we don't dust, man Cut 'em off Yeah, fam, I don't shave but I send for the razors Parted ways, don't chat about favours I don't--Please don't ask for no flavours You don't like the way I'm talking Please, fam, nothing you say is important to me So I keep conversations short and sweet Serious