Handouts

(专辑： Love Songs For The Streets - 2017)

Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches
I do it for poverty
A lot of street niggas in fucking with me you know?
(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)
Real gang man

No I don't want yo' apologizes
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinking 'bout the hood, yea stealing it
How you turn 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 said [?] look at the people you played
Yeah I ain't looking for no handouts
Ain't looking for no handouts

I was addicted to shootouts
I'm in the trenches with Pluto
I got a stick at my bitch house
Now I take shits 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 singing
Shawty be lit with the bitch
And I fucked twice in the Hemy
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed
I lost guns in the [?]
And I put drugs in my mental

No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don't drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinking 'bout the hood, yea stealing it
How you turn 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 said [?] look at the people you played
Yeah I ain't looking for no handouts
Ain't looking for no handouts

We gon' ball with a anthem
Auntie went balled after the cancer
My uncle had died from stabbing
I moved to the A now I'm dabbing
Ride 43 with no license
The opps is thinking we ISIS
Fuck whoever don't like it
I nut her face 'cause she trifling
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'm a ride with the Glock
I kill for my brothers who for me
I hate when niggas say you love me
Deep down wanna plug me
See me down be a bummy
You were my nigga til the trust I can't trust 'em
If I ever see 'em now I screaming fuck 'em
I ain't fucking with no fool shit
He see me now he won't do shit
And I'm riding with my gang

No I don't want yo' apologizes
No I don't drink on no Qualitest
My bitch on a drink, she a pharmacist
I'm thinking 'bout the hood, yea stealing it
How you turn 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 said [?] look at the people you played
Yeah I ain't looking for no handouts
Ain't looking for no handouts