Lyrics No Handouts - Skrill

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