No Handouts Lyrics

We don't need no handouts get that shit out my face

We the ones who standout we step up to the greats

To these so called lyricists they dying today

Them "lyrical spiritual individuals" finna break

Ain't the greatest

But they degrading ma escalating skill

The truth just face it

Master enslaving this amazing quill

Humiliating's the feeling

That you wasting your will

Power on an un-appreciating cowards

Bowing under disgraceful mills

Dirty money

And thirty hundred problems come with the package

Jerks be gunning

On churches, mugging hurting they whip and ravage

Birdies humming

They sturdy hunting daily so they can manage

Hurry up and

Like turkey stuffing that shit done lots of damage

But still I don't need nobody to carry me,

I carry them

They carry m's in pockets

I carry skills and it's scaring them

I carry these damn fairies

Like grandparents, they glaring

But I dare you to dare me

To squeeze these cranberry champions

These glass cannons,

They give slick shots but can't take them

Back, they just faking they lack in tracks naked

Ma presence leave them shaking

I'm blazing tracks like Satan

The beast is back awakened,

I'm sorry I left you all waiting, argh

When the,

Checks start running

All the skets get money

And they get what's wanted

They was lucky as hell

Back where I'm from

I was the best damn gunner

I was just so wanted

Now forgotten for real

All they've done

Is the feinting and fronting

I've painted much summits

Still got nothing oh well

No hands out

We go and get muddy

Now I'm way less stunned I

Done enough for myself

Done enough for myself

Hundred bucks on the shelf

Under pressure for real

So fuck I spent them like hell

Now I'm left with the smell

I'm dirtied up from the wells

I had to do that dirty work

So I can breathe out the cell

Cemetery odor

I'm hell of tired a load of

Unnecessary promoting

It's hell of scary I told ya

I started back in October

Now I'm racking up these folders

Got folded by all the folding

I'm holding barely I told ya

This kind of shit I'm sick of that

Little by little acts, I'm getting ahead of wacks

Being belittled that's a no no hold on a minute

Might have me long to finish

But slowly I'm just ascending

No reason to sit and laugh

But I'm not just sat here crying on top on that

Yeah I'm not affected I ain't really that sad

Yeah it's really hectic time is important that's

That's the biggest aspect I be sitting relaxed

When the,

Checks start running

All the skets get money

And they get what's wanted

They was lucky as hell

Back where I'm from

I was the best damn gunner

I was just so wanted

Now forgotten for real

All they've done

Is the feinting and fronting

I've painted much summits

Still got nothing oh well

No hands out

We go and get muddy

Now I'm way less stunned I

Done enough for myself