Handout

[Intro]
Yeah, we back
Haha
You already know who it is
I thought you been knowin'
Respect me
Throw your cities up

[Verse 1]
Yeah
Niggas was pocket watchin' on a daily
I just dropped a tape, it's never late to hate me
Your G want a favour, his Queen want a favour
Those three want some paper
My team need some paper
They need me to save 'em, I need to start saving
'Cause I never had enough anyway
I never had no luck anyway
I sold those drugs in the highest grade
My bro got caught with it anyway
I gave my love to a higher place
I heard enough of your lil complaints
And I'm tirеd of the simp shit
And how you want free tickets?
Entry at brunch but for me most y'all nеver did shit
Handouts, let's speak on it real shit
After that stage homie people changed real quick
Still on my Dulcé, I'm tryna get a deal shit
Fuck it my pockets still skinny like me
Boys start a business and look here at me
To front 'em that float and get back a receipt
You don't think at all if your planning on me
And you hoping I fall but you man isn't me
And I don't think Nobody is hungry as me
I got nothing myself best believe, Homie geez

[Chorus]
And you got your hand out
Homies to camp out, throw me a band now
Yo, I can not give
Fan out, say you my mans now
Bro how's the fam round? Boy I cannot give
Hand out, boy I cannot give
Handout, boy I cannot give
Teli don't come round the block no more, cap
Boy I cannot give
And you got your hand out
Homies to camp out, throw me a band now
Yo, I can not give
Fan out, say you my mans now
Bro how's the fam round? Boy I cannot give
Hand out, boy I cannot give
Handout, boy I cannot give
Teli don't come round the block no more, cap
Boy I cannot give

[Refrain]
Oh you have the Rona, huh?
Just got your diploma, huh?
Your homie now working, huh?
Months they was searching, huh?
You ass not a worker, huh?
Say you got purpose, huh?
You tryna get a bag, say you got a plan (Shit)
Okay, but you short on funds?

[Verse 2]
Problem is dudes never work enough
Ayt but you say you working, huh?
You put on shows, at clubs on the low
And shit, I pullback the curtain bra
You got a show with promoter's and stuff
And those acts that you need to promote is us
Promo dudes always tryna short me funds
On the timeline tryna show me love
Leave my DMs with that, bro it's love
Tweeting my links just to hit me up
And I was on radio, momma was happy
Next time on radio, papa was happy
Vid played on TV I ain't see it sadly
These other artists still act like we hanging, we not
Shit just changed on em opps
I dropped tape top 20 every space
Homie face it, you gang? no we not

[Chorus]
Camp out, throw me a band now
Yo, I can not give
Fan out, Say you my mans now
Bro how's the fam round? Boy I cannot give
Hand out, boy I cannot give
Handout, boy I cannot give
Teli don't come round the block no more, cap
Boy I cannot give
And you got your hand out
Homies to camp out, throw me a band now
Yo, I can not give
Fan out, say you my mans now
Bro how's the fam round? Boy I cannot give
Hand out, boy I cannot give
Handout, boy I cannot give
Teli don't come round the block no more, cap
Boy I cannot give