Lyrics Take My Hand - Daniel James

No disrespect, what's up
I don't wanna back in blood
I prefer to sip that lean that have you tweaking off one cup
Being honest I done kicked a couple niggas out the club
Same nigga that was friends switched for a bitch I thought I loved
Steady balling no Milwaukee but I'm playing for the bucks
I know I'm blessed never stressing so I don't need your luck
walk a mile in my shoes while you toting my ruck
I remember being down bad still shining like the sun
Money getting tight but I'm making ends meet
Hundred thousand dollar dreams only seen when I sleep
Scared to close my eyes cause when I do them demons creep
You'd think I born in June the way I'm followed by the heat
They asking where I been, I tell them in my bag
Popping tags
Chasing cash
If you first you never last
Copped a whip hit the gas you know I stay on track
Niggas said we trash but hit my phone for a track

Niggas dying, mommas crying over homicides
Lately, nothing making sense I pray for dollar signs
Onna road, shit set in stone, I'm all alone
Been thru hell, the devil left when I cut the stove
I got some ties to the streets but was never really in it
Shooting point-blank range so it's hard for me to miss it
They say shallow in too deep, to be honest, I felt like quitting
And my heart grew colder than the fridge up in the kitchen
I was missing work, popping perks, doing dirt, drag
Went to school, got a job, but still was chasing bags
I was young with a dream draped in Walmart brand rags
Product of the struggle with big hope of popping tags
I had hella people doubting me, a lot of Snakes surrounding me
I can't let them breathe, I'll give'em smoke like a pound of weed
Brodie caught them at the light on sight they was Irish spring
Pulled up with the rake now they fall to a pile of leaves
Pockets feeling dry like a desert with no sight of trees
Diamonds in a tutu got them dancing in the slightest breeze
I done wished up on a star, Ima get a bag by any means
They wonder why I'm cold I is (eyes) locked where the Stevie keys