Tariq Beats - No Favors (T-Style) lyrics

[Verse 1] Big talk, better back that All the breath you takin' addin' up to nothin' 'cept a couple f**in' hashtags I ain't with the phony, hangin' with the homie Chasin' where to get the cash at Hoppin' in the Civic, know we down to get it Breakin' out the limit Scratch that, tryna push the f**in' limit past that Tryna do'em digits like my GPA Tryna get it, know we tryna get it So my fam can spend a hundred G a day Tryna get a baddie, have her call me daddy Thick, mixed like Creole Whippin' muhf**in' frijole for me Day ones in the real estate only Give a f** you wanna feel a way homie yeuh All you b**hes workin' lightweight, all my loads heavy I been so ready to get the sh** kickin' my way Just a motha from the 5-0, know the ride slow But it might go on'em When I get to stackin' my dough, get in my zone Know the time close on'em f**in' up the session, who got it poppin' Countin' all the blessing, move onto profit Never been the one to let a muhf**a put a blockin' on me Who wanna stop me? Chillin' in Bethany, k**a equipped with the remedy This to my enemies (hey) Who got the recipe, know that I come with it readily f** with me heavily (hey) [Verse 2] Rap money, that's a sidenote Homegrown, from the 5-0 They come to me like did you pipe on my girl And I look at'em like "how would I know" Rap dudes better get with the element Said for your benefit So called professionals still in development And this for the hell of it Walk in the buildin', they all overlook me I look at myself like I been the man Havin' my pen make me star of my circle I'll f** around call it a pentagram Yeah, it's been a f**in' minute That flow you be bitin' ain't nothin' different Buncha carbon copies, y'all be p**y period Dontchu come and ask me if I'm f**in' with it Be direct homie