when we was little kids we used to wrestle after that we learned how to slap box after slap boxing it was fist fighting after that we learned how to clap glocks had a bad summer i pray for a better winter standing at deb s door hoping i never enter making side beds with the dice to get us richer tracy ll burn you everytime if you been against her i can swing a knife at your head and never miss ya but aimin with the cannon just gives me a better picture a time to heal a time to kill i read the scripture life is a b i f ed her but never kissed her cross me and get away with it i beg to differ i ll beat yo a like matt barnes did derek fisher if you can t be yourself you need to chill i m from brooklyn we don t keep it trill we keep it real i ain t givin no more handouts i ain t doin no more favors so if you out here looking for handouts you better put in work that ain t gangsta ain t nothin new under the sun i grew up in a slum don t even talk about razors i carry 2 under the tongue 5 n s out here livin off 1 rachet no bullets and mad beef dumb b s if your brother want it then f it come catch it but go tell your mother she gon need more than just 1 casket n s said they blow money fast but son stack it walk through the metal detector the gun plastic on the klr i m a star stun drastic ridin all on the white lines like f traffic claimin you a hustler your hustle get dumb backwards cause you shouldn t put all your eggs in 1 basket i ain t givin no more handouts i ain t doin no more favors so if you out here looking for handouts you better put in work that ain t gangsta