No Handouts

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