No Handouts

Imma take care of my fam no need to have ya handout
Some folks was never there why they got both they hands out
I used to really fuck with shawty been done she a fan now
I went and got a band them niggas tryna say we a band now
No I'm not making no band now I got a brand now
He ain't stick to what he knew he left the streets he fed now
Wasn't solid but somehow he found his toes to stand now
Shit... Momma smiling she know I'm the man now

Looking back see when you got a heart it can be dangerous
I was giving favors so much that I was the favorite
Cut them niggas off if you see brodie tryna favor it
Cut that shawty off if you tryna stack and she tryna play wit it

Everybody different the qualities done changed
These shawties for the streets just like EA it's in the game
A big dawg ain't bout the cash, or Monclers, or even chains
Niggas tryna flex they way, can't find they way, this shit a shame

Bouta slide out to Miami call MV say pick a foreign
3 way call wit Him and Samp that unreleased got niggas drawn
Shit gon take off like a rocket think you sliding where you going
I can't let nobody slide they wasn't wit me they be knowing

Turned ya back you gotta face it that shoe fit tie up the laces
When that jet go to the Port n land just know I'm wit my Blazers
If I'm Dame then brodie CJ when I'm out he gotta save us
Praise to God and he told me we change the game watch how they praise us

I win chips like I'm the Lakers, chase down hall of the paper
I been Heat but I just had to get through Thunder feel like Waiters
It get lonely in that rain, now I want mansions with no neighbors
I'm all out of favors
I can't do favors



Credits
Writer(s): Killah Kah
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