Mantra - "No Hand Outs" lyrics

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Mantra - "No Hand Outs" lyrics

Verse What's the deal? I'm selling Going in because I'm rebellious New swag make your girl get jealous and my n***as They are chilling like a villain How I'm living? I'm the hype now Tell that boy pipe down If you want to go we can go right now Yo I just hit your chick on the Skype now Bad chick I just might have to fly out and go get that Bring it right back If it's a problem I'll be right back with a mean one Not the one to lean on Since high school yo I had to put the team on I've been waiting for this moment so long Every detail counts I can't go wrong I'm going to do this till I can't go on Sorry for the wait cause it was prolonged New year I'm going to do these n***as so wrong Try to stop that No one can do that Starving for these sessions In the streets yeah I move that Now I'm tired of these rappers Where the real food at You are so off track You should move back This is my town all around Safe and sound How it sound and you can't get mad cause I do that Make a move You choose Don't snooze If you do yo don't be surprised if you lose that Not cool If you waste all your time like a fool it's a struggle trying to get all your cool back By the way I thought you already knew that No hand outs I'm way to cool for that I got my own dough and my own hoes You got no hoes I am so cold I don't want to hear it You ain't talking about those digits You should listen Young n***a but my style is so different Attention That's what they all want but fail to get it But I get it how I'm living You can say that I'm gifted off this written Pay attention to every sentence Yeah these n***as want to bite but I'm the f**ing dentist I'm a menace Steady chasing paper on a trip and I don't plan on stopping till I get every digit Triller than a thriller Grape dutch or vanilla Not a k**er But I smoke marijuana no filter You are not fit for this You don't know what realness is I've been through the realest sh** You've just seen a little bit I got n***as rolling with me I know b**hes want to get me Odds of fighting fifty fifty So one hundred I know you want to hear this for real Tune in while I tune in This my new sh** I just might get ruthless and lose it

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