Favors - Yella Beezy

Favors

Yella Beezy

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04:15

Song Introduction

"Favors" is a track by American rapper Yella Beezy, showcasing his signature Southern hip-hop style and melodic flow. The song delves into themes of loyalty, relationships, and the complexities of street life, reflecting Yella Beezy's authentic storytelling. With its catchy hooks and relatable lyrics, "Favors" has resonated with fans, highlighting his ability to blend hard-hitting verses with smooth melodies. The production complements his vocal delivery, making "Favors" a standout piece in his discography and a favorite among contemporary rap enthusiasts.

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Lyric

Yeah

You ever like

Been just like fed up with all,

Just with like a lot of shit, you know what I'm sayin'

Like you in position to help a motherfucker but it's like

Somebody call and need some' like every day, you know what I'm sayin'

And it's like, I prayed for this shit though, like

I wanted to be like,

The one motherfucker to call on, you know what I'm sayin'

When they need somethin', you know?

But sometimes that shit get frustrating 'cause like

When they gon' ask when I need somethin', you know?

But like don't nobody see that shit, you know what I'm sayin'

And the one time you tell a motherfucker no man

It's like they whole world go upside down, like it just crashed, like

You don't remember like, when I was doin' all this for you?

But now I'm the bad guy, you know what I'm sayin'

I just be like off some shit like

I swear every day that I wake up

I'm tryna get me some paper

Take some trips out to Jamaica

See my mama on them acres

I know at five they ain't able

But I'm sick and tired of the favors

Get on your ass and they play you

And get mad when it's time to pay up

So I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

Everybody want a piece of the pie but they don't wanna help you get it

I swear to God a nigga so sick and tired, of me motherfuckin' lendin'

Sayin' they gon' pay a nigga back this

Time, I'm just wonderin' when I'ma get it

Seem like every time I get to issuin' out, motherfucker end up missing

Tell me why the fuck you want to burn your bridges?

I guess 'cause you think I got it I ain't trippin'

These motherfuckers not my damn children

You're not the only one that's walkin' with feelings

And I don't need everybody in my business

How you gon' play me fool, we got history

That's the reason why I been keeping my distance

Because these niggas' company expensive

All day a nigga lendin' lendin'

Mama told me never mix friends with business

Got a big heart, steady winnin' winnin'

Sayin' that's the reason nigga keep on givin'

Long as a nigga got plenty plenty

I'll give my all down to a penny

But I'm not a pig, no guinea guinea

But you can get the fuck with that gimme gimme

I swear every day that I wake up

I'm tryna get me some paper

Take some trips out to Jamaica

See my mama on them acres

I know at five they ain't able

But I'm sick and tired of the favors

Get on your ass and they play you

And get mad when it's time to pay up

So I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I swear to God that I'm through with 'em

I don't know what I'ma do with 'em

Sick and tired, act like I'm cool with 'em

I really don't wanna fool with 'em

I even thugged up in school with 'em

Fucked the same hoes in the room with 'em

Keep it one hundred and true with 'em

That's the only thing I do with 'em

They'll take your kindness and use it for weakness

They see that you shining and think that it's sweetness

My teeth is blinding, I know that you see me

These niggas is plotting, yeah they wanna be me

Tell me why you can't keep it real,

These niggas be hatin' on how I live

I don't give a fuck how you feel, I'm just tryna pay my mama's bills

I don't want you to come over and

Chill, I ain't got time and that's how it is

I don't want you hoes in my crib, lil mama I put that shit up on crip

I swear every day that I wake up

I'm tryna get me some paper

Take some trips out to Jamaica

See my mama on them acres

I know at five they ain't able

But I'm sick and tired of the favors

Get on your ass and they play you

And get mad when it's time to pay up

So I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

I'm through with the favors, I'm through with the favors

- It's already the end -