Hands Full Lyrics

Ran through it scrambled that's how I got my hands full

Why these niggas want me making songs they can dance to

I gotta talk that real shit that's how you get canceled

I get on that mic I talk my life they join my channel

I get on that mic I talk my life I talk experiences

I try to enlighten them what you writing they ain't hearing it

And why you cheering him? that nigga ain't like that he a scary kid

Got you out here rapping for some content embarrassing

That shit you doing that's hilarious

And when I'm hearing it that shit be chewing off my ear again

Nigga got a kid and now he thinking he on parent shit

Don't know if it's his but if it is you got the fairer skin

No shade but DNA crazy

And if that ain't your baby you ain't gotta raise it

I try to tell them niggas to be patient

You got great in front of your face and they gon' racing

These niggas they really start feeling they self as soon as they move out a basement

It's tasteless and I know him back from grade six

On Jay dick kid stop you ain't him

D Pryde all on your ass you call him

That's me bitch chill in the backseat

Nah I ain't hurt

I know you a pawn gotta learn yourself first

That's why I left the car cause I was swerving the curve

And I know when you scarred then the burns don't hurt

It ain't hurt me yet

I ain't work a sweat yet I was getting dirty cheques

They talk my life they putting bad energy around it

They throw you in places then they say that you ain't grounded

I missed my family I done panicked I was drowsy

Certain things can't picture in your wildest

These dreams got me off the side of my bed still

And I've been through it I know the panic is rough

I ain't making the type of songs you can dance in the club

That nigga like NSYNC tryna channel a thug

Heard that nigga on stuff that's why I ran out of love

I come from the other side they came up to us

Last summer was rough I see my uncle on drugs again

He called me back & the next day I couldn't even answer it

And that's real life I know that's blood but I can't ran with it

Your nephew running through the street he got his candle lit

Ran through it scrambled that's how I got my hands full

Why these niggas want me making songs they can dance to

I gotta talk that real shit that's how you get canceled

I get on that mic I talk my life they join my channel

I get on that mic I talk my life I talk experiences

I try to enlighten them what you writing they ain't hearing it

And why you cheering him? that nigga ain't like that he a scary kid

Got you out here rapping for some content embarrassing

That shit you doing that's hilarious

And when I'm hearing it that shit be chewing off my ear again

Nigga got a kid and now he thinking he on parent shit

Don't know if it's his but if it is you got the fairer skin

No shade but DNA crazy

And if that ain't your baby you ain't gotta raise it

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