Hands Out

Up on a balcony now balling while these niggas on em benches
If i got Asapt the booth be litter than the matches
Boxes in my face but I don't ball with wenches
Like 'em pretty and modest yeah
I know what my catch is
Got real G's with me now
I'll never fall of the wagon
Got my drive back
Like a damn recovered lagan
My tongue is my weapon so I spit like a dragon
I'm peaceful though
DIL The beast yeah
Guess i am a goat
Balling like Steph Curry but none about them spices
I'm hot though
Shooting way up like them prices
Pussy niggas Barbie tryna blow off my Candle
You can't walk in my shoes
Can't even fit in my sandals
Yeah
Yeah they definitely got their fangs out
But acting Meek and sheep at the motherfuckin' hang out
Glad i got the lord and my fans now
Will defy gravity
Stay up like my fans now
Passed all of my trials
The path is looking pretty clear now
I know all my real peeps who fucked with me from day one
Success stares back when I look in the mirror now
They say congratulations
But they do it with their hands out

I got the root of all evil on my mind
I hope God is not upset
Staying in mansions
Ain't going back to the trenches
I love it up here
Yeah
Ah
They say it with their hands out
They wanna be me now



Credits
Writer(s): Bethuel Tjebane
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