No Favors (Pt. 2)

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 yall 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 --- No Favors (Pt. 2) - Paul Wall and Termanology