handshakes' ft. GINI' Lyrics

Clean living in my head space

If life get visceral, I blow your top off, give it dead space

Ain't no hearts in this industry, it's handshakes

Ain't no hearts in this industry, it's handshakes

And they tell me good things coming, just wait

My future too sacred

I'm dreaming big house with down payments, bank statements, thick hoes with slim faces

Gotta keep the eggs white like Seg'gation

I been at this for a minute, this that bumpin' on Burnet Ave, freestyling with GINI'

I was 16, tryna write a sixteen, clutching all my pennies

So you gotta understand me, get my shot then I ain't missing

This that jersey boy grit, this that Jason Kidd

Bring it home to my brothers, I'm the fucking kid

I just gotta give y'all the heat first

Dry shit, no reverb

The illest outta jersey since Latifah

Get it out the mud, that's a field day had to stand tall on my word

Money short, but my bills paid

Guess I gotta flirt, 'cause lusting over money is a curse

Ain't no love in this industry, it's handshakes

And I grew from the dirt this garden state kid yo

He's so talented since birth

You gotta hear these niggas from Jerz', they rapping over anything

Sickest motherfuckers that you heard

Flow so timeless, beat so mindless

This style so mean that I could shop out your closet

Walk in like give me that shit and that shit I'll take that

May I suggest, don't expect that shit back

Whatever I send, expect facts, think about that

I got the biggest ego in the room, ran a campaign and then boom, assassination

I killed everybody now, the room is so spacious

On a daily basis, they want you to cook up a win but don't want you to make it

Now I'm on TV, now I'm on Jerry, might see me on Wendy

But still don't got time to sit here and entertain ya (Uh-huh)

Get it out the mud, that's a field day had to stand tall on my word

Money short, but my bills paid

Guess I gotta flirt, 'cause lusting over money is a curse

Ain't no love in this industry, it's handshakes

Handshakes, I slam the bag right through the door like Rampage

Get the fucking message, we here to cause an outrage

And I'll say we stepfather features, they don't wanna see us

So switch up your demeanor, we don't believe you

Yeah, you need more people

Getting sacrilegious with a Jewish diva

She sit on my dick, like sitting Shiva

Get the misdemeanor, fuck around and get your peoples beat up

Just cause you looked at me wrong

I blow a doobie on ya city we the new Cheech and Chong

And no, you can't respond

I could be the first person that you play with

And you be the first to be gone

Ayo Curt, come reverse this shit like

Replay de Pon

Cool shit we on

Absolutely, bitch I'm Dijon BANG

Everybody get the fu

Shut the fuck up, stop with all the screaming

We can all go home as long as you all stay calm

Simple question: eeny, miney, who the first to catch this fade?

Reg Mace, it was written in my palm

Handshakes