Hands Up (feat. Mekhi 3x)
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
I guess I'm too fly, too fly
I'm Shitting on niggas two ply
I'm on, I'm on
I feel emotions
I hit the blunt and feelings they gone
I'm falsifying the notion
I be feeling them hoes
And probably deeper
Cause my feet not attached to the floor
I'm hurting and can't ignore
The realities
A life full of apathy
As I create tragedies
Breaking hearts
Yours and mine
Matching like it's jewelry
Gave you ice
And froze your heart
I'm sorry for the foolery
Understand you through with me
Goin through emotions
In my head
Like what it do to me
The hustle was consuming me
If you ain't never seen a bounce back
Well it's time to see
On everything
The proof is me
The proof is me
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This another one
How we snap again and
we ain't drop the other one
I'm back to back again
Just waiting for the sun to come
Chilling in a house made of glass
While I'm stoned or something
Show me something
Inches, I was inches away
Before I gave up
I got regrets and debts to pay
I got a low score
I've got to get it up some way
I don't need no more
Penthouse living we was on the floor
I don't call for help
Cause I don't trust whoever pickup
Rather read a book and get a job
Than do a stickup
That don't mean I'm friendly
I will still come pick your bitch up
I like single hoes
So can you please come pick
This bitch up
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Yeah we acting rude in here
Yeah we snatching food in here
Come and fuck your bitch
And we gone take her like a souvenir
Grab me off the shelf
And she gone blow me like a tuba here
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
I guess I'm too fly, too fly
I'm Shitting on niggas two ply
I'm on, I'm on
I feel emotions
I hit the blunt and feelings they gone
I'm falsifying the notion
I be feeling them hoes
And probably deeper
Cause my feet not attached to the floor
I'm hurting and can't ignore
The realities
A life full of apathy
As I create tragedies
Breaking hearts
Yours and mine
Matching like it's jewelry
Gave you ice
And froze your heart
I'm sorry for the foolery
Understand you through with me
Goin through emotions
In my head
Like what it do to me
The hustle was consuming me
If you ain't never seen a bounce back
Well it's time to see
On everything
The proof is me
The proof is me
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
This another one
How we snap again and
we ain't drop the other one
I'm back to back again
Just waiting for the sun to come
Chilling in a house made of glass
While I'm stoned or something
Show me something
Inches, I was inches away
Before I gave up
I got regrets and debts to pay
I got a low score
I've got to get it up some way
I don't need no more
Penthouse living we was on the floor
I don't call for help
Cause I don't trust whoever pickup
Rather read a book and get a job
Than do a stickup
That don't mean I'm friendly
I will still come pick your bitch up
I like single hoes
So can you please come pick
This bitch up
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Got my hand ups
Baby can you help me
This ain't real love
Damn this shit unhealthy
I be fucked up
You ain't gotta tell me
Fuck a buck up
Till a Nigga wealthy
Yeah we acting rude in here
Yeah we snatching food in here
Come and fuck your bitch
And we gone take her like a souvenir
Grab me off the shelf
And she gone blow me like a tuba here
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Writer(s): Jayson Taylor
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