Handouts

[Intro]

Trenches, the trenches, the trenches, the trenches

I do it for poverty

A lot of street niggas in fuckin' with me you know?

(Shoutout my nigga Snapdogg you know?)

Real gang man

[Chorus]

No I don't want yo' apologizes

No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest

My bitch get the 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

[Verse 1]

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 up the tears

I'm in the gutter for real

I love my brother for real

Never depend 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 bucks

I mix Chanel with the Fendi

Shawty will kill you for singin'

Shawty be lit with the Benjis

And I fucked twice in the Hemy

FNs tucked in the denims

High speed high speed

I lost guns in the rental

And I put drugs in my mental

[Chorus]

No I don't want yo' apologizes

No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest

My bitch get the 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 said better look at the people that you played

Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts

Ain't lookin' for no handouts

[Verse 2]

We gon' ball with a anthem

Auntie went balled for 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

Fuck 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 I'ma 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 above me

He were my nigga 'til the end I can't trust 'em

If I ever see 'em now I screamin' fuck 'em

I ain't fuckin' with no fool shit

He see me now he won't do shit

I'm ridin' with my gang

[Chorus]

No I don't want yo' apologizes

No, I don’t drink on no Qualitest

My bitch get the 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 said better look at the people that you played

Yeah I ain't lookin' for no handouts

Ain't lookin' for no handouts