Handouts

(TY made it)
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 member (gang)

No, I don't want yo' apologies (nah)
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest (purp')
My bitch get the drugs, she a pharmacist (pharmacist)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yeah, still a mess
How you trade on me, how you trade? (How you trade?)
You was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much on my shoulders, couldn't weigh
I sit back and look at the people that you played
Yeah, I ain't lookin' for no handouts (lookin' for no handouts)
Ain't lookin' for no handouts (lookin' for no-)

I was addicted to shootouts
I'm in the trenches with Pluto
I kept 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 not cut
Them choices will make you a mutt
Few years in the state
And the feds gave two-hundred months
Off Percs and two-hundred blunts
I get head for two-hundred bucks
I mix Chanel with the Fendi
Shawty'll kill you for singin'
Shawty be lit with the Benjis
And I fucked twice in the Hemi'
FNs tucked in the denims
High speed high speed (skrrt)
I lost guns in the rental
And I put drugs in my mental (Perkies)

No, I don't want yo' apologies (nah)
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest (purp')
My bitch get the drugs, she a pharmacist (pharmacist)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yeah, still a mess
How you trade on me, how you trade? (How you trade?)
You was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much on my shoulders, couldn't weigh
I sit back and look at the people that you played
Yeah, I ain't lookin' for no handouts (lookin' for no handouts)
Ain't lookin' for no handouts (lookin' for no-)

We gon' ball with a anthem
Auntie went bald 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 was thinkin' we ISIS
Fuck whoever don't like it
I nut on 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 wasn't my nigga 'til the end, I can't trust 'em
If I ever see 'em now I'm screamin', "Fuck 'em"
I ain't fuckin' with no fu' shit
He see me now he won't do shit
I'm ridin' with my gang

No, I don't want yo' apologies (nah)
No, I don't drink on no Qualitest (purp')
My bitch get the drugs, she a pharmacist (pharmacist)
I'm thinkin' 'bout the hood, yeah, still a mess
How you trade on me, how you trade? (How you trade?)
You was my brother but you left, you shoulda stayed
I had so much on my shoulders, couldn't weigh
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)
Ain't lookin' for no handouts