Right & Left Lyrics

I don't need a handout, I'll get it by myself

Mal what you doing

Ayy

I don't need a handout, I'll get it by myself

Lil' shawty say my vibe was dope like I was selling meth

I ain't asking for no help, cause everybody for they self

If you was in my shoes and shit wasn't going right, you would've left

What would the sun be if sometimes it didn't rain

I keep abusing percocets to keep from feeling pain

I had dreams of getting paid, we came up from counting change

If I gave up all of this for you, I'd probably still feel the same

In the trap alone, I'm making plays off mobile phones

They gave my nigga extra time, but he ain't phoning home

Can't kick with niggas who be snitching

And these bitches catching feelings

Just like they last name, was Beckham

Just cause I hit it like Ken Griffey

My nigga Sosa still be trippin

He might air it out, I think that's just his way of venting

Texaco all in they mouth, they think I'm sponsored by the dentist

Turn the booth into a meth lab, yeah they thinking I'm a chemist

I fell in love with drugs, I think they solving all my issues

They say money bring problems

But I keep a pistol, I'll solve em

I just poured up a four, it's dissolving

Keep the green like the Bucks, no Milwaukee

When I hop on the beat, I start walking

When I pop me a perc, I get nauseous

I get lost when the pain gets exhausting

I don't need a handout, I'll get it by myself

Lil' shawty say my vibe was dope like I was selling meth

I ain't asking for no help, cause everybody for they self

If you was in my shoes and shit wasn't going right, you would've left

What would the sun be if sometimes it didn't rain

I keep abusing percocets to keep from feeling pain

I had dreams of getting paid, we came up from counting change

If I gave up all of this for you, I'd probably still feel the same

My bitch say I'm trippin', all these P's sitting in the kitchen

Know some niggas who do anything, to run them up some digits

Can't ever get caught lacking, gotta always keep it with me

Can't put my trust in bitches and I know these niggas envy

I was down on my ass and I ain't seen nobody with me

The closest people to you, be the ones who come up missing

Work the trap, don't tell these niggas nothing, they be snitching

Don't wanna do a song, cause most of these niggas some bitches

I got hits like a paid junky

The hardest nigga out the trap, since niggas rocking Ed Hardy

I'm just really getting started

I don't care for being popular, just want the biggest pockets

This rapping shit been in my bag, I take off like a rocket

I don't need a handout, I'll get it by myself

Lil' shawty say my vibe was dope like I was selling meth

I ain't asking for no help, cause everybody for they self

If you was in my shoes and shit wasn't going right, you would've left

What would the sun be, if sometimes it didn't rain

I keep abusing percocets to keep from feeling pain

I had dreams of getting paid, we came up from counting change

If I gave up all of this for you, I'd probably still feel the same

Yeah