HANDOUT

Uh, Yeah, yeah. Uh, yo, uh. Why you reaching your hand out? Big man, I don't give a handout. Bring your bands out, bring your bands out. It's only when you bust, man wanna hit you Up. Then they're all reaching their hand out, All reaching their hand out, all reaching their hand Out. Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Why they tryna blaze on man? Putting red dots On my head like I was an Asian man. 200 the occasion, man, got a temper on me, Get faded, man. I don't give a fuck where Your gang go. This drill money go straight to The bando. Hat to the back, that's Kangol. I was in the stu' with Rambo, man know, Man know, uh. That I'm overly gifted, Any mainstream get lifted. Mad path, but I picked it, stepped in the Game, unrigged it, fixed it, uh. Got more boots than Tiny Boo. I'm from Luton, sir, and a hail to you. Heard you wanna act bad, I'm crazy too. In my Tims, no Barry, and I show the Boo. 'Bout to cut through like a baby's tooth. Back then when my school shoes came from Peacock. Now I touch EU more than D-Block. I put fear in her eyes like Enoch. Man saying they're nuts, I'm more than pistachio. I got the G-Shock and I got the Casio. They want a feature and they want a cameo. Money on the wall, put notes on a patio. Patio. There's nothing I hate more in this life when Guys are leeching, leeching, just reaching their Hand out for everything like one sket. Allow it. Guys are asking me for guest lists, Guys are asking me for features, guys are asking Me for this, that, and the third. No one's asking me, "Yo, Bex, you good? You eating today? How's life?" Take, take, take, and they never wanna give shit Back.