Slaine - No Handouts Lyrics

RAPROCK LIT POP NEWS COUNTRY R&B HISTORY SPORTS SCREEN LAW TECH X METANo HandoutsSlaineSharePlayThey say I'm cold blooded, my flows are so ruggedMy icy demeanor's foul, the public they don't love itCause I'm so hated, they say that I'm ungratefulThat I made I cause my hunger ain't fading from one plate fullIt does nothing for me puffing off the bluntsI need two bitches nowadays to suck me off at onceA couple fat stacks for blackjackI hit an old boo with my whole crew, black hoods and black hatsSushi on my chop sticks, Polo logos on my boxersBroken Prada frames on the Navigator floorHockin' loogies out the door, I'm obnoxiousFive figure watches, tell the kids not to watch thisMy rhythm is irate and my bitches are triple xI'm sick and bizarre, faded from liquor and hot-headedSick in the head, isn't he?I run the company damn it, I love miseryAm I supposed to go and ask for a hand out?Or fall back and be shushed like I can't shoutNah, I'ma get mine even if I gotta take yoursThis is my world, this is my warI'ma get mine, even if I gotta robAnd I don't listen to a boss, I don't got a jobAm I supposed to go and wait for a hand out?Why would I play the sideline? Homie, I stand outI got determination burning, you can't doubtI was told I wasn't shit, I heard it straight from my aunt's mouthBut is there any question what I'm capable of?I came straight from the hate and inescapable loveI ran the streets late at night and learned the taste of the drugsScraping with thugs, pacing a basement, I'm buggedBut 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 meAnd miss me just slightly, look at my crisp NikesWhat have I done? Look at my little son - He's just like meSon of a gun, whatever comes is a bit shiesty