Estelle - Due Me A Favor lyrics

[Verse 1] Yo It's like speeding down the highway With a blind fold on No hands on the wheel Hopin' God will lead me my way And I know he real So my grandma say what I Feel a sweat from the sun Cause I work construction I gotta take care of my son I got one in the oven on the way Rents late, two months Cause my land lord talks too much Hands full of calises And I still got the magic touch to make wifey blush I been workin' it out since a high school crush Foots on the clutch Minds on my money But my money ain't there But I will not resort to welfare, I care! Can't stop Won't stop Couldn't even do it if I tried If I said I did I'd lie Let's ride... [Hook, 2x] I need a favour tonight More than heaven knows I need a favour tonight... Could God do me a favour? I could really use a favour Can I get it tonight? [Verse 2] No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half Gotta make that cash Even if a n***a gotta drive that cab I'm gonna treat it like a limo Didn't know? Y'better ask Somebody told me Closed mouths don't eat Closed eyes may never ever see So I try with everything I've got to not sleep But it's hard to run if at first you don't creep After work take the long way home See a lotta whips dipped out in chrome Thinkin about a house but I can't get a loan So I day dream on my way back to my zone Thinkin about my son look when he full grown Will he be raised right or another street clone? Everything I know God knows gotta shown Letting know he is not alone Keep on... [Hook, Estelle] [Verse 3] It's like I'm Drownin' in a world of failure But I can't stop 'til my suits are tailored Where I live I can't trust my neighbours Some Only trust in they Lord and saviour I Gotta believe in the fact That he must want better for us Like young C gotta do it for us My car broke down F*** the bus F*** the mayor F*** the city, laws are unjust It's like why do I try When I feel I'm gonna die Without a tear left in my eye? I work the hardest see the least It's like cultivating the harvest Not seeing the feast I don't wanna get philosophical go-to deep I have faith but I'm afraid to take the leap Most of what I know I know holds me back Instead of learning I want that lack Come on... [Outro Dialogue] [Outro Spit] Some of my friends are terrorists Some of my friends deal crack and I am not OK with this Some n***as I know only back me because I rake dough like a gardner f** it I work harder I don't like most hip hop out There's a secret society of n***as who wanna shout "turn that bullsh** off!" I should shut my mouth? Nxt thing you know I ain't welcome down south of the border I don't believe in turfs or a section I believe in community Where anybody can walk good without protection I believe that Dilla was the numba one dude in rap But there on the slaps of haikus I spite you for not givin' it up f** what that n***a say, n***a give it up Why black people act like little kids? Make mad excuses when they know what it is? Be like them white folks invest that sh**! Instead n***as is clownin' on the red carpet Showing my neice that a million on the neck Is the hot sh**, is bloodclot disrespect! And growin' up poor don't make you ignant Act your age, don't act your pigment! Race to the top Don't let your race stop you From revolution Open your mouth and bust shots Read books! Young n***a say "hello," Screw faces an' f** me, we know you spines jello Spit what you been through Spit what you know And don't waste my time f** your demo Ya heard?