Lyrics No Favors - Apollyon

Yeah
Ballin' taught me how to handle
Iron in my hand like I'm bout to panhandle
Ten toes down, see em' through the jandals
Pouring liquor for my homies, someone light the candle
Pay respect to all the dead beats that I dismantled I'm in the zone
My father gon' tell me when he gone
The world gave

No favors
The life we livin' giving no favors
On paper, I kept it Young Dolph, been major
All I need is that respect, if that's all I'm gon' get then I'm good with ya
Thank God for my connect, me and that money scent that's a good mixture

Story they never told, Apollyon, Fallen Fold
Dreaming of dripping gold, I'm trying to break the mold
I'm sticking straight to the code, I'm sticking to my code
Don't need no validation,
Hop in the whip we down in SoHo just to take vacation
So many talking like they dripping, man, that's perspiration
I peeled the mic right out the box and started percolating
I asked myself, like, homie, you gon' make it?
It's a slim chance, but I'll take it
Diamonds on my neck, I'd never, cause I cannot fake it
Build my brand around the fallen so we ain't forsaken
And keep them bullets ready like I'm Peyton

It's an understatement to say I've been complaining about education
Finding dough and how you bake it, schools ain't ever correlate it
Leaving young adults so intoxicated, can't contemplate it
I guess I gotta say it, the world gives, yeah

No favors
The life we livin' giving no favors
On paper, I kept it Young Dolph, been major
All I need is that respect, if that's all I'm gon' get then I'm good with you
Thank God for my connect, me and that money scent that's a good mixture

Remembering all the times, all the times that I cried
All the tears in my eyes that kept me from getting mine
It turned into something divine, I found my voice, how I rhyme
I'm making it go
Love or hate me, my confidence goin' forever show
Left hand outside of the window throwing deuces
Stealth mode so elusive, kept my feelings bottled up
But now they on the track and they booming
Freestyle senile, die of old age
Judge a book by its cover, we ain't on the same page
Take a look, a star in combat like Johnny Cage
Fist fight companies still paying minimum wage

Tell me why I yell so much up in the booth
Maybe cause I've been told lies and mistruth
Maybe cause I just can't hide behind the proof
That I'm all about mine and not the group
Cause they been giving

No favors
The life we livin' giving no favors
On paper, I kept it Young Dolph, been major
All I need is that respect, if that's all I'm gon' get then I'm good with you
Thank God for my connect, me and that money scent that's a good mixture