No Handouts

(Intro)

Yo, look—

I came up hungry, stomach on empty

Feds took bro, now my heart feel heavy

Mum’s on rent, gotta stack every penny

No handouts, tell ‘em don’t tempt me

(Verse 1)

Sixteen, I was outside late, no curfew

Fuck a plan B, I had to make this work too

School never paid, had to trap just to earn food

Now I touch paper, same hands that I served through

They never checked when I slept in the whip

They never asked if I ate, not a sip

Now they all askin’ for splits

Fuck that, I was alone when I flipped

I seen man switch for a blue note

Lost some bros, had to move on cutthroat

I know real pain, I don’t do jokes

Heart so cold, got frost on my new coat

I had to stack while they flexed in the club

Had to stay low, had to fight for the plug

Took me some Ls, but I flipped that quick

Turned to a boss, now I move too slick

(Pre-Chorus)

No love lost, I been out on my own

Can’t trust friends, fake smiles on my phone

Came from the struggle, can’t switch on my zone

I had to make it, no help, no loan

(Chorus)

Fuck what they say, I ain’t changin’ my ways

I got money to make, I got paper to chase

Lost a few friends, I got nothin’ to say

I been outside, had to learn the hard way

Fuck what they say, I ain’t playin’ no games

I got money to stack, I got flights to arrange

Came from the dirt, had to walk through the rain

Now I’m up and that shit won’t be the same

(Verse 2)

Took my last bag, put it all in a key

Made one flip, now I push that GT

Supra rev high, now the turbo scream

Used to push pedals, now it’s push to speed

Had to change gears, can’t crash like before

Lost some real ones, I ain’t losin’ no more

Mum still prays, but I sin on the road

Tryna break cycles, but pain still grows

Flew to Jamaica, unwind for a week

Big back ting wanna ride on the beach

She call me “papi,” she love how I speak

Told her don't love me, I'm gone in a week

Henny on ice, got the AP bustin'

Came from the mud, now the lifestyle custom

Still keep a blade, I ain't trustin’ nothin’

Racks in the duffle, no flex, just hustlin’

(Pre-Chorus)

No love lost, I been out on my own

Can’t trust friends, fake smiles on my phone

Came from the struggle, can’t switch on my zone

I had to make it, no help, no loan

(Chorus)

Fuck what they say, I ain’t changin’ my ways

I got money to make, I got paper to chase

Lost a few friends, I got nothin’ to say

I been outside, had to learn the hard way

Fuck what they say, I ain’t playin’ no games

I got money to stack, I got flights to arrange

Came from the dirt, had to walk through the rain

Now I’m up and that shit won’t be the same

(Outro)

Yo, look—

Came from the bottom, now I’m top of the city

Still keep a bally, still move gritty

Bro got a pack, he ain't servin' no kiddies

We double it up, then we split it like fifty

Now I’m up, but the past still haunts

Money don’t fix what the heart still wants

Still hear bro’s voice in my head some nights

Tellin’ me, "Live, don’t waste this life"