No Favors (Pt. 2) (Feat. C Scharp)

I'ma let you improvise, man
It's not like sittin' at home, I'ma tell you that
It's not like playin' at home by yourself
Well, what can we do for ya? (Yeah)

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 fuckin' favors
Said I'm focused, got my eyes on you
I'm born to die for what I do
So please do me a favor 
And don't do me no fuckin' favors, no, no

Uh, I ain't fuckin' with y'all, my brother not at all
You lay your head to sleep, prayin' that I would fall
You so mad at yourself, 'cause you're dyin' to ball
And you still live with your moms, you're like a child, dawg
Get a job, go and hustle a pack
Apparently you can get paid when you fuckin' with rap
And I been gettin' money, yeah, I be tuckin' the stack
And when I handed you the knife, you left it stuck in my back
You can keep your fake daps, you can keep your fake laugh
You can keep your fake love, homie pardon my back
I'm in the Cadillac bent, with some hoes in the back
Headlinin' but you can't steal the openin' 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
Crept 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 fuckin' favors
Said I'm focused, got my eyes on you
I'm born to die for what I do (straight up)
So please do me a favor (don't do me no fuckin' favors) 
And don't do me no fuckin' favors, no, no (you know what I'm sayin')

Tell your bitch to autotune these nuts
I'm linin' up my ducks, stackin' up my bucks
Scotchin' for that scratch over time is a must
When that paper is deluxe, it's 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 shinin', I can see the hate in you erupt
You blame me but it ain't my fault you stuck
I 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 hangin' 'round with nobody I can't trust
Now you broke and outta luck, catchin' feelings, aw shucks
But I caught you on camera stealin', homie, now what?
And matter of fact, I caught you sneak sippin' out my cup
That there alone got you fucked up 
Straight up