Handle
Don't you ever look down on me
I am who I am
And I'm proud to be
Give a damn about a band
Unless it's musically
This is food to me
Fueling me
Think about the legacy that you would leave
Kazt isn't back
Bitch I never left
I just played my past a eulogy
Listen back
To when I had
Nothin but a pen and pad
Struggles nothin new to me
Doubling just to run a dream
But the Funny thing
I been down so damn bad that
Homie even you would have to think
I could only break
But I caught snake
Took the venom from my veins
And I spit it in the face
Of the fake
Catch a wave and I leave a body at the bottom of the lake
Ooh I'm on the way
I Was born down and out
But I suffer through the pain and I drown it out
Always counted on being counted out
Homie I'ma make it count
Mark that day countin' down
Funny how it's all about the count
But my bloody fangs never talked about
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun
if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun
if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun
if you don't understand son
I'm About to land one
Till they good and damn done
Ran from none
Not about to start now
Let me break it on down
This the way my heart sounds
I been workin' after hours after dreams
All you cowards gonna see
This The truth to me
Sure its new to you
Its the blues I bleed
I don't stand down
I don't give up
All my guns cocked
You can all get fucked
I don't play around
Bout to lose control
I ain't gotta say a sound
You can see the soul
Here to stay around
Watch 'em break like gold
Break 'em down
Like we used to do them O's
Ooh they shooters now
Watch me run 'em down
Like I used to do them hoes
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my handgun If you don't understand son
I'm about to land one
Till they good and damn done
Ran from none
Not about to start now
Let me break it on down
This the way my heart sounds
I am who I am
And I'm proud to be
Give a damn about a band
Unless it's musically
This is food to me
Fueling me
Think about the legacy that you would leave
Kazt isn't back
Bitch I never left
I just played my past a eulogy
Listen back
To when I had
Nothin but a pen and pad
Struggles nothin new to me
Doubling just to run a dream
But the Funny thing
I been down so damn bad that
Homie even you would have to think
I could only break
But I caught snake
Took the venom from my veins
And I spit it in the face
Of the fake
Catch a wave and I leave a body at the bottom of the lake
Ooh I'm on the way
I Was born down and out
But I suffer through the pain and I drown it out
Always counted on being counted out
Homie I'ma make it count
Mark that day countin' down
Funny how it's all about the count
But my bloody fangs never talked about
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun
if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun
if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun
if you don't understand son
I'm About to land one
Till they good and damn done
Ran from none
Not about to start now
Let me break it on down
This the way my heart sounds
I been workin' after hours after dreams
All you cowards gonna see
This The truth to me
Sure its new to you
Its the blues I bleed
I don't stand down
I don't give up
All my guns cocked
You can all get fucked
I don't play around
Bout to lose control
I ain't gotta say a sound
You can see the soul
Here to stay around
Watch 'em break like gold
Break 'em down
Like we used to do them O's
Ooh they shooters now
Watch me run 'em down
Like I used to do them hoes
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my hand gun if you don't understand son
We a different breed
You a different brand yuh
It isn't what you dream
This is what you handle
I have always been the one to stand up
Hands on my handgun If you don't understand son
I'm about to land one
Till they good and damn done
Ran from none
Not about to start now
Let me break it on down
This the way my heart sounds
Credits
Writer(s): Zakkary Kelley
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