Favor

(What are your thoughts? What are your instincts?)

(Everybody's full of 'em, but you look so empty.)

(What are your thoughts? What are your instincts?)

(Everybody's full of 'em, but you look so empty.)

I’m so blessed, please don’t hold it against me

I push the devil far away to keep the holy one with me

Carry the weight of the world, my step is sure to get shifty

But I know that God got my back ‘cause angels shoulder it with me

Lord knew that I was hungry, now I got McDonald’s money

Nah, shoot, this extra guacamole on the meal money, huh?

Ruth’s Chris and Capital Grille money

Quarter million mortgage and some bill money

Riverside County living in the hills

In a HOA in gated community, uh

Might call Kamaiyah up and ask her how it feel

This time, watch the movement, please don’t hate what I do with the money

(What are your thoughts? What are your instincts?)

(Everybody's full of 'em, but you look so empty.)

(What are your thoughts? What are your instincts?)

(Everybody's full of 'em, but you look so empty.)

Between jobs kinda feel like purgatory

‘tween helping ppl find they voice and tryna voice my story

But I’m living my best life and people obsessed with

Making it so I mess it all up

Yo, These blessings aren’t luck

It’s called favor so I won’t fall later

Whether paper or worse,

These days Faith without works is all the rage,

But I can’t falter,

I deter to my Father just to avoid the hamartia.

Like avoid is mantra,

I can’t mess with all these topics

People watching, Pressure, Someone stop it

Where my treasure, there my heart is,

My girl weathered. She born in the tropics

And we got chemistry, partna.

Ain’t no formula, I was born with these optics.

My clarity's like the stone that I got her: flawless.

You've never seen this before, so there ain’t nothing to call it.

I thank God for all that I’ve been blessed to accomplish, uh

Known by name in every foot of my college,

Whether dormitory or corner office.

Shoutout Wiliam Watson.

The poet Laureate of CSUN,

With stories that would humble the most seasoned prophets.

Graduate like a valedictorian with the highest GPA among black graduates

Man, I ain’t average, uh

UOP I got my master’s ‘round 23.

No green jacket, just green pockets. Boy stop it.

Young and educated, saved enough to cop a ring.

What’s the point in waiting if you can get it all for free?

I wish y’all could see, that where I’m from,

Just to live the life of the rich and famous, you had to

Rob and leech

But now I’m ‘bout to flip this house and make 50 Gs

But how he get this favor now, it’s all a mystery.

They say infinity is like this

I say I'm finna be the nicest

(Where's the inspiration?)

They say infinity is like this

I say I'm finna be the nicest

But big mouths make for small talk

So the kid’s bound to a staunch loss for words

Take a Long Walk

I’m Jill Scott with Gil Scott on pills, watch

The street pharmacist of resident villages painting

Vehement arguments in reticent sentences, David

Like Bob Ross when it come to the imagery, save it

Y’all Kate Moss, all these plants in the industry lately

I got the drip, and yes the water’s administered daily

So bright I got the shine for when slim ones get shady

I’m on the hunt, might turn a rapper to venison maybe

And have the streets lookin wetter than Venice - I’m dangerous

I take walks through botanics, now witness the greatness

They wasn’t aware, so apparently they do care to implore,

At how I carry incendiary in various forms.

No familiarity but they do care to explore him

And find it hilarious when they see you characters forfeited.

Carry the torch, and run the game like I’m four-footed,

And inspire the higher-ups at Nike sports to likely endorse him

I’m higher than North is,

I’m higher than forces

That’s hired by American voters

I’m arrogant, boastin’ I’m humble

For how much I don’t say it, I mean it, I’m playin’, like it’s chess.

I’m eagerly waitin’ to King ‘em, I’m sayin’ don’t get checked.

I’m King and I’m David I’m reading the scriptures they say it.

I’m home alone in my corner cold postponin’ coronations.

Got the oil I’m anointed, my appointment, I been patient.

Just a minute, they’ll be calling out my name it’s David Dilin, ya favorite.