paroles de chanson Hand Outs - Lattz

I know they wanna see me trapping in the bando
I know they see me shinning, now they want a hand out
I ain't a killer but don't push me, im just humble
And if you know, then you know yeah yeah
Sometimes i gotta go and take some time and leave the bando
Chat to a few tings, i ain't tryna be their man tho
They only see me, when they see me in the sun tho
I was raised up in the trap, inside the bando

Yeah, i remember i was broke, ain't nobody gave a fuck
Now im getting money, now they know me
I will never brag, i keep it low
Now i see the calls, all on my phone
I switch it up again
Now im coming up, i can finally see my friends
Yeah some people hate me, because i cop me some more chains
Yeah some people hate me, because i cop me some more chains
Take a flight to france, fans up in japan
I will never fuck up, always have a master plan
Screaming free my shooters that are stuck inside the can
Screaming free my shooters that are stuck inside the can
Inside the can, inside the can
All the real ones by my side
Came across some people that will always live a lie
All the hating talk, still can never make me fight
Any violation, im a savage you can try, you can try and you can try

I know they wanna see me trapping in the bando
And now they see me shinning, now they want a hand out
I ain't a killer but don't push me, im just humble
And if you know, then you know yeah

I know they wanna see me trapping in the bando
And now they see me shinning, now they want a hand out
I ain't a killer but don't push me, im just humble
And if you know, then you know yeah
Sometimes i gotta go and take some time and leave the bando
That to a few tings, i ain't tryna be their man tho
They only see me, when they see me in the sun tho
I was raised up in the trap, inside the bando

Talk about the good and i will talk about the bad
I was raised by a women, i ain't never had a dad
Sometimes i think about it, swear that shit just makes me sad
A man with no responsibility, that shit is mad
The only reason i was stuck up in the trap
Had to get my money up to help my mamma out
Its not my fucking fault that pussy, never came around
I will keep on working, till i get my mamma out
Till i get my mamma out
Running through the projects, i will keep on doing me
You can be my friend or be my fucking enemy
Imma get right to the top, sit back, you about to see
I don't really take no drugs, no alcohol thats never me
No hand outs, no hand outs, no no hand outs, no hand outs, no handouts
No no handouts