No Handouts
I'm an East Coast Baby
Where the weed go crazy
My only faith in me
Cuz I know who made me
I see the way that people
Speak on your name
Waiting for the platinum
No one
Taught me the game
Can't take no handouts
I know
I know
I know
Always had to make the first step
Real shit
No one wanna recognize you got it
Till you hit 'em
I ain't with that shit
Problem Child Records
Bag Talk
That's the fam too
Ain't no feeling like the feeling In the booth
With the Henny and the juice
Cook it up like Ratatouille
Gotta go I throw the Deuce
Adiós I'm on the route
Vamanos
We finna take a little trip and bring the racks out
Remember wishing on a star
Now I'm walking on 'em
My life's a movie rated R
Real pain
Ain't no drama in it
Don't even waste my time
Unless there's commas in it
Don't even bang my line no more
You ain't never met a hustler I'ma come by
I'm an East Coast Baby
From the ocean state
Wanna ride this wave
Oh nah nah nah
Oh nah nah
Nah
I'm an East Coast Baby
Where the weed go crazy
My only faith in me
Cuz I know who made me
I see the way that people
Speak on your name
Waiting for the platinum
No one
Taught me the game
Can't take no handouts
I know
I know
I know
Wasn't made for no 9 to 5
Cruising down the 95
Probably on my way to hit the stu for a few
Only ever been original
Y'all ain't ever been original
Thought you was with it then you froze up
Open up just to close up
Finna make music
Staying patient that's composure
No more days without the closure
We just tryna get our dough up
Work so I could kick back
Sit back and just roll up
Benjamin Franklin
Only paper that I roll up
Know your role up in the game
10 toes like it's normal
Know a rattle from viper
Most these rappers just for show
I seen my father making music
So I know it's in my soul
Know it's in my soul
I ain't do it on my own
My mental feeling vacant
Tryna fill it up with more of the
Ganga and light
Need a flame I'm finna smoke
I'm an East Coast Baby
Where the weed go crazy
My only faith in me
Cuz I know who made me
I see the way that people
Speak on your name
Waiting for the platinum
No one
Taught me the game
Can't take no handouts
I know
I know
I know
Where the weed go crazy
My only faith in me
Cuz I know who made me
I see the way that people
Speak on your name
Waiting for the platinum
No one
Taught me the game
Can't take no handouts
I know
I know
I know
Always had to make the first step
Real shit
No one wanna recognize you got it
Till you hit 'em
I ain't with that shit
Problem Child Records
Bag Talk
That's the fam too
Ain't no feeling like the feeling In the booth
With the Henny and the juice
Cook it up like Ratatouille
Gotta go I throw the Deuce
Adiós I'm on the route
Vamanos
We finna take a little trip and bring the racks out
Remember wishing on a star
Now I'm walking on 'em
My life's a movie rated R
Real pain
Ain't no drama in it
Don't even waste my time
Unless there's commas in it
Don't even bang my line no more
You ain't never met a hustler I'ma come by
I'm an East Coast Baby
From the ocean state
Wanna ride this wave
Oh nah nah nah
Oh nah nah
Nah
I'm an East Coast Baby
Where the weed go crazy
My only faith in me
Cuz I know who made me
I see the way that people
Speak on your name
Waiting for the platinum
No one
Taught me the game
Can't take no handouts
I know
I know
I know
Wasn't made for no 9 to 5
Cruising down the 95
Probably on my way to hit the stu for a few
Only ever been original
Y'all ain't ever been original
Thought you was with it then you froze up
Open up just to close up
Finna make music
Staying patient that's composure
No more days without the closure
We just tryna get our dough up
Work so I could kick back
Sit back and just roll up
Benjamin Franklin
Only paper that I roll up
Know your role up in the game
10 toes like it's normal
Know a rattle from viper
Most these rappers just for show
I seen my father making music
So I know it's in my soul
Know it's in my soul
I ain't do it on my own
My mental feeling vacant
Tryna fill it up with more of the
Ganga and light
Need a flame I'm finna smoke
I'm an East Coast Baby
Where the weed go crazy
My only faith in me
Cuz I know who made me
I see the way that people
Speak on your name
Waiting for the platinum
No one
Taught me the game
Can't take no handouts
I know
I know
I know
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Writer(s): Stephen Greene
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