Handouts
Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street ******s in ******' with me you know?
(Shoutout my ****** Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang man
No I don't want yo' apologizes
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest
My ****** on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it
How you trade on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
I sit back and look at the people that you played
Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Ain't lookin' for no handouts
I was addicted to shootouts
I'm in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my ****** house
Now I take ******ts in a big house
I never carried the field
I gotta outwork my pills
I gotta suck on the test
I'm in the gutter for real
I love my brother for real
That was the pill on the slut
Can't force it if he is my cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave 200 months
Off percs and 200 blunts
I get head for 200 months
I mix Chanel with the Fetty
Shawty will kill you for singin'
Shawty be lit with the ******
And I ****** twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in a rental
And I put drugs in my mental
No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don't drink on no Qualitest
My ****** on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it
How you trade on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
I sit back and look at the people that you played
Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Ain't lookin' for no handouts
We gon' ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbin'
I moved to the A now I'm dabbin'
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinkin' we ISIS
****** whoever don't like it
I nut her face 'cause she triflin'
You left me to die in a rot
You left me to die on the block
Wouldn't think I would rise to the top
But now I'mma ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when ******s say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my ****** til the end I can't trust 'em
If I ever see 'em now I screamin' ****** 'em
I ain't ******' with no fool ******t
He see me now he won't do ******t
And I'm ridin' with my gang
No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don't drink on no Qualitest
My ****** on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yea stealin' it
How you trade on me how you trade?
Was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much so much my shoulders couldn't wait
I sit back and look at the people that you played
Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts
Ain't lookin' for no handouts