No Favours

Yeah, yeah

My ting

Don't do me no favours, I don't need it

Thanks for the offer, it's cool, I'll leave it

Beef, it's a hand ting, cool, I'm squeezin'

I make a opp boy run, breezin'

Don't do me no favours, I don't need it

Thanks for the offer, it's cool, I'll leave it

Beef, it's a hand ting, cool (Doo doo doo)

Yeah, greazy

I know haters pray for my downfall or my dismay

But I display strength to the enemy

Them boy there can't fuck with my energy

Man better store that straight in your memory

Fuck what you're tellin' me

Get that clear

If you want a long ting, you can get that here

Make a phone call and get that square

Yeah

I put in the work for the greatnesss

None of these guys don't know what pain is

Show man blood on the stainless

If I write this down, then you're gonna see blood on the pages

Look, I've been a don for ages

And it's gonna get longer still

'Cause I'm in the studio, puttin' in work

And trust me, I'm gonna get stronger still

Yeah

Still on it

Still filled with hunger, I still want it

That wicked-man vibe, I've still got it

And if the move ain't right, I still log it

Nah, I'm not into no long tings

Man, I make two moves, I'm on tings

Come through, grab my dance, get lif' up

Who's this yute with his face all stiff up?

My man don't see a hundred kick-ups

Man ain't scared, yeah, squats or sit-ups

My squad, we move tight, no split-ups

Make sure the move goes right, no hiccups

Yeah

That's squad goals

You man are scorin' own goals

Don't do me no favours, I don't need it

Thanks for the offer, it's cool, I'll leave it

Beef, it's a hand ting, cool, I'm squeezin'

I make a opp boy run, breezin'

Don't do me no favours, I don't need it

Thanks for the offer, it's cool, I'll leave it

Beef, it's a hand ting, cool (Doo doo doo)

Yeah, greazy

I'm the plug, I stay good with the flavours

I'm live on my block when I bop to the shop

I show love to my neighbours

See them YGs there, they dangerous

Man don't care who you are, you're nameless

You can get shot and end up famous

That's where I'm at

Oh, look, a young guy lost his life and I'm wonderin' why

Yeah, that's where I'm at

Where's his saviour then?

Man wanna rep for the ends

Guys come with skengs, no favours then (Doo doo doo)

Don't come with your hands out

Man can't try work preyin' on me 'cause I know what his scan's about

I work hard tryna see where my plans at

I told mum pray that it all pans out

Yeah, pray for me

In the darkest night, there's gotta be a way for me

Man's lurkin'

Don't get yourself caught in a gherkin

I see a man actin' hard but trust me, my yute, none of that's workin'

Man's been on it from early

You dun know my ting's certy

Come through, grab my dance, get lif' up

Who's this yute with his face all stiff up?

My man don't see a hundred kick-ups

Man ain't scared of your squats or sit-ups

My squad, we move tight, no split-ups

Make sure the move goes right, no hiccups

Yeah

That's squad goals

You man are scorin' own goals

Don't do me no favours, I don't need it

Thanks for the offer, it's cool, I'll leave it

Beef, it's a hand ting, cool, I'm squeezin'

I make a opp boy run, breezin'

Don't do me no favours, I don't need it

Thanks for the offer, it's cool, I'll leave it

Beef, it's a hand ting, cool (Doo doo doo)

Yeah, greazy