Slaine - No Handouts lyrics

They say I’m cold blooded
My flows are so rugged
My icy demeanor's foul
The public they don't love it
Cause, I'm so hated
They say that I'm ungrateful
That I made it cause my hunger
Ain’t fading from one plate full
It does nothing for me puffing off the blunts
I need two bitches nowadays to
Suck me off at once
A couple fat stacks for blackjack
I hit an old boo with my whole crew
Black hoods and black hats
Sushi on my chop sticks
Polo logos on my boxers
Broken Prada frames on the Navigator floor
Hocking loogies out the door, I'm obnoxious
Five figure watches
Tell the kids not to watch this
My rhythm is irate and my
Bitches are triple X i’m sick and bizarre
Faded from liquor and hot headed
Sick in the head, isn’t he?
I run the company damn it, I love misery
Am I supposed to go and ask for a handout?
Or fall back and be shushed
Like I can’t shout nah, I'm a get mine even
If I gotta take yours
This is my world, this is my war
Am I supposed to go and ask for a handout?
Or fall back and be shushed
Like I can’t shout nah, I'm a get mine even
If I gotta take yours
This is my world, this is my war

I'm a get mine, even if I gotta rob
And I don’t listen to a boss
I don’t got a job
Am I supposed to go and wait for a hand out?
Why would I play the sideline? Homie
I stand out
I got determination burning, you can't doubt
I was told I wasn’t shit
I heard it straight from my aunt's mouth
But is there any question
What I’m capable of?
I came straight from the
Hate and inescapable love
I ran the streets late at night and
Learned the taste of the drugs
Scraping with thugs, pacing a basement
I'm bugged but who I am to stop it
Who are you to judge me?
And who are they to hate me
Who are you to love me? Shoot your guns
I pray to god that you shoot above me
And miss me just slightly
Look at my crisp Nikes
What have I done, look at my little son
He's just like me
Son of a gun, whatever comes is a bit sheisty