N0 H@nd0uts

Yeah, yeah, yeah, look…
no love lost, no handouts
I been runnin’ plays, I ain’t ran out
diss that top floor, penthouse mantra
still got trauma in the mantra—uh
(mm, yeah)

no handouts, I made it off the pressure
used to pray for better, now I flex with lesser effort
circle tight, I don’t got time to second guess ya
fake love turn blessings into lessons, uh
now they callin back, but I don’t even text ’em
put my pain in verses, now I’m talkin’ to the reverend
I just want the real—(don’t confuse it with attention)
I just made a deal, and I did it with intention

told my brothers, keep it solid like the pavement
talk is cheap, so I invoice the statements
movin’ silent but my presence feel contagious
I been cookin’ up my fate, this ain’t no favor
came from ramen nights and broken elevators
now it’s glass floors, I’m walkin’ over haters
label hit my phone like we got somethin’ major
told ’em, “I’m the one” not a feature or a savior

Ooh, no stressin (no)
Wrote my pain in blessings
Turned them nights alone
Into studio sessions
All them times they ghosted
Now they manifestin
But I don’t feed no leeches, baby
That’s just my discretion

No handouts, I made it off the pressure
Used to pray for better, now I flex with lesser effort
Circle tight, I don’t got time to second guess ya
Fake love turn blessings into lessons, uh
Now they callin’ back, but I don’t even text ’em
Put my pain in verses, now I’m talkin’ to the reverend
I just want the real—don’t confuse it with attention
I just made a deal, and I did it with intention

Wait—
Used to feel invisible, now I’m invincible
Tried to box me in, I broke the principle
Lookin’ for the soul, not the physical
They was playin’ roles, now it’s biblical
Part the sea, I don’t ride the wave, I shift the tide
They don’t want peace, they just want pride
Pockets was low but the spirit was high
Had to let go just to really survive

They want the fame, I want the change
They want a chain, I want a lane
They need a post, I need a page
They want a trend, I want a name
Legacy don’t come with luck
I bleed this out, I live this stuff

Pressure built me
Don’t ask who healed me
I rose from ashes
You just scrolled past it
They want the climax
But skipped all the chapters
I wrote my story
No ghost, no actors

No handouts, I made it off the pressure (Pressure)
Used to pray for better, now I flex with lesser effort (Woo)
Circle tight, I don’t got time to second guess ya (Nah)
Fake love turn blessings into lessons, uh (Yeah)
Now they callin’ back, but I don’t even text ’em (Nope)
Put my pain in verses, now I’m talkin’ to the reverend (Preach)
I just want the real—don’t confuse it with attention
I just made a deal, and I did it with intention (Intentions)

No love lost, no handouts
We ain’t foldin, we stand out
This my moment, peak my route
Talkin heavy with the pen now 
(PEN NOW)

rap, trap, hip hop