RIL, Jme - Favours lyrics

Why they ask me for favours?
Why they trackin' on my papers?
Why they watching all my acres?
Why they ask me for favours?
Why they trackin' on my papers?
Why they watching all my acres?

It sound like the beat king
Not playing these weak games
It's sounding like me came
Some pictures have been framed
Some niggas have been tamed
It's mad when the drip stains
Always knew that the whip would change
Strategize over rookie mistakes
I just know when the chick came
To you at the seven skrrt in LA
It's the land of the stars and fame
The reason we sit when the Lakers playing
I don't care what the fakers say
Mom saw the son that's making hate
Uhh, hey it seems that they hate on the kid
I throw shots and I aim for the mid
Coming flow with the champagne, it's lit
It's so lit, man, I'm winning with it
And, yeah, some of the cases we read, yeah
We're cooking, need space in the fridge
So much that they think that it's lidge
We just hit 'em, attack 'em
And smash 'em, it's fire
Straight after we burning a bridge
Get a cup when I'm putting up stitch
Information, we're running the pitch
So at one point they think it's a glitch
And the drink don't rely on the wish
It's just me and my niggas, your bitch

Why they ask me for favours?
Why they trackin' on my papers?
Why they watching all my acres?
Why they ask me for favours?
Why they trackin' on my papers?
Why they watching all my acres?

Young and we reckless
Damage and split man a neckless
Leaving this shit and we leave
Different exit's call for the bro's 'cause
We staying connected
What do you expect, bitch?
It's a new sound and I'm confident
Got the pool now
Like a fool now, that's never changed
Mama told me she's proud now
Why do y'all got surround sound?
It could be Love-town or Wrist-pound-town
But around me you just might see
Neon green 'cause it's Fendi
So we livin' sports and it's part three
Still Ninj got the ting pending
And this AA and that Bentley
No rental, we just got P, like

Yeah, it's me, the realest and I'm with RIL
So it's too real like King Depthsman, yeah
It's too real like JK's hand, yeah
It's too real like man's multi track
Recording on some old school ting
Ding ding ding serious, over the top rope
JME's into the ring music ting
I'm foundation, we brought MSMN and boulders
Then dug trenches 'cause man are sodas
Skeppy done told ya', we never had olders
Learn from us, now we learn from you
Teach me to lick man's head off his shoulders
They can't cuss, man, or we concuss, man
Sweep man off his feet, we don't dust, man
Cut 'em off yeah, fam
I don't shave but I send for the razors
Parted ways, don't chat about favours
I don't -Please don't ask for no flavours
You don't like the way I'm talking
Please, fam
Nothing you say is important to me
So I keep conversations short and sweet
Serious