Jozayuh - Favorite

Leave it to me
I turn a O to a M in a week
I turn that M to a B in the streets and don't see a receipt i just read it and weap
I keep it low as a creep with the heat when I creep with the heat
That keep a crease in my piece
That's like a cease and desist for these people who peepin' at me
So why you felxin' like i'm

Why you flexin' like i'm not yo favorite?
Favors never been a factor for me
Fact is (nigga) i'm a factor with this gift at rappin' till they bring the rapture to me
Tell me what's it like reeal nigga?
Like fareal y'all feel like some Hilfigers
You don't feel niggas
And you ain't tryna play uncle Phil to some field niggas, huh?
Tell the truth i don't feel niggas
I don't need a lil deal i'ma deal with him
I only want mills i'ma mealticket
My niggas gon' slide if i feel widdit
I done came a long way from the ground up
That don't mean I won't slide over ground ground balls
I'll never let a weak nigga pass me
Passed niggas who pressed me in the past tense
Fact is I'm that kid so tap in
Tapped out got no love for no scrubs
I tried to help & got so stuck
That drained the boy I had no plug
Now I'm back in action actin' as if I could press reset; that's a reflex
Just started I'm hardly gettin' my feet wet
Feed niggas the secrets I'm Seacrest
Weak shit my weakness I'm charged up
Charge fees to spark scenes I'm too lit
Part seas to part from all the crew shit
Let 'em drown I've severed down a few ships
For loose lips

I'm yo' favorite rapper
No need for discussion
Fuck is we discussin'
I know who you love, it's
Something 'bout this substance
Something got you stuck and I know where to find it
I know where it's hiding; I feel like a pirate
I don't feel alive, it's
Different on this side, we, different you and I
I'm yo favorite rapper
No need for discussion
Fuck is we discussing

It's all love or it's love lost
Catch vibes I don't like it's gloves off
Switch sides, I'm six guys in one man
Man down ya' fancrowd for dumb talk
Dumb down the plug shit for 12's sake
12 play I'm R. Kelly in rare form
Maestro with my flow
I might go psycho
Life's quite the cycle
Site set on my goals
I walk a tightrope
Drive drunk on high roads
I'm such a psycho
My God I'm high bro
Wood stuffed with hydro
Bitch please I'm Michael; Jackson or Jordan, choose on arrival
Don't see a rival
Don't need the titles
I feel entitled
I'm real inside so I see the sides you can't realize without real eyes
I just real 'em in and let 'em drown nigga
Clown niggas who clown niggas I'm It guy
Round spitta for rounds or till the clip dry
I never was inclined to switch sides
I'll never get used to lettin' shit slide
I'll never be number two I'm too pissed
Niggas tell me I'm too sick like true shit
Finna do what I shoulda did in the first place
Now I'm finna bring earthquakes to ya' birthplace

I'm yo' favorite rapper... favorite rapper
No need for discussion
I'm yo' favorite rapper; fuck is we discussing?
Tell me I'm your favorite

Written by:
Jonathan Smith

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