Hand Outs
It's Sliccz
Haha
Self made shit
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
The way I kill these beats so easily, got them in disbelief
I been putting rappers out they fucking misery
Lyrically, I'm on a level that they'll prolly never reach
Put my family in a better place, that's a win to me
So hot, got the devil tryna make a deal with me
Pockets fat, obesity, bitches wanna feel for me
Seen a lot, most of them could not be real to me
Probably why they won't sign me to the industry
The kush loud like the thunder, gun bang like the thunder
Dark clouds that we under, make it rain, like the thunder
Little savage as a youngster, as I grew, so did the hunger
Took my shot, like a jumper, now they all want my number
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
There's a few codes to this game, and we living by it
Roll by myself, even if there never been a virus
Lotta drugs, and you know the fiends gonna buy it
Lotta rats, gotta watch who identifying
Click clack, couple shots reidentify em
Spin em around with the metal, like a fucking dryer
Leave em in the dirt, like some motherfucking fertilizer
Bars so hot, in the lab I could start a fire
The pain I been through, they wouldn't understand it
I really feel like we the best, I might just call out Khaled
All this trash, I cannot stand it, my respect, I demand it
Next up like a draft pick, they just can't deny the talent
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
It's Sliccz
Haha
Self made shit
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
The way I kill these beats so easily, got them in disbelief
I been putting rappers out they fucking misery
Lyrically, I'm on a level that they'll prolly never reach
Put my family in a better place, that's a win to me
So hot, got the devil tryna make a deal with me
Pockets fat, obesity, bitches wanna feel for me
Seen a lot, most of them could not be real to me
Probably why they won't sign me to the industry
The kush loud like the thunder, gun bang like the thunder
Dark clouds that we under, make it rain, like the thunder
Little savage as a youngster, as I grew, so did the hunger
Took my shot, like a jumper, now they all want my number
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
There's a few codes to this game, and we living by it
Roll by myself, even if there never been a virus
Lotta drugs, and you know the fiends gonna buy it
Lotta rats, gotta watch who identifying
Click clack, couple shots reidentify em
Spin em around with the metal, like a fucking dryer
Leave em in the dirt, like some motherfucking fertilizer
Bars so hot, in the lab I could start a fire
The pain I been through, they wouldn't understand it
I really feel like we the best, I might just call out Khaled
All this trash, I cannot stand it, my respect, I demand it
Next up like a draft pick, they just can't deny the talent
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
Self made, never had my hand out
Paved my lane, there's no switching up the plans now
Saying names, I don't understand how
Yelling gang, til them boys run down
It's Sliccz
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Writer(s): Michael Baldwin
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