Hunter Dane - Handz Lyrics

Y'all quit playing with me homie, I'm about to attack
Why you always act like it's part of the plan?
There's so many of you mothaf*ckas I can't stand
Quit talking bout your game and just show me some hands
Y'all quit playing with me homie, I'm about to attack
Why you always act like it's part of the plan?
There's so many of you mothaf*ckas I can't stand
Quit talking bout your game and just show me some hands
This my city and I rep it, I can diss it all I want
I seen bodies, I seen killers, but they ain't around the block
Affiliation ain't nothing if you ain't never fought
You got ammunition but you ain't got the nerve to use that glock
Swear you live that life until you got the cops coming
Tell em how you real until you gotta start running
And everybody scared the moment you get busted
Who gon' help you out if all you run is shit you can't live with?
Homie listen, follow your dreams but you ain't really built for this
I seen shit on streets that I don't even live in
And I would hate to see another brother misdirected
Or get caught up in the act and get neglected by the system
Go and talk that shit and tell me how it work out
Tell me how you rocking when you tell em what you all about
And tell me how it goes when they flip it and sell you out
Just don't be surprised when you need a hand and they ain't around
Y'all quit playing with me homie, I'm about to attack
Why you always act like it's part of the plan?
There's so many of you mothaf*ckas I can't stand
Quit talking bout your game and just show me some hands
Y'all quit playing with me homie, I'm about to attack
Why you always act like it's part of the plan?
There's so many of you mothaf*ckas I can't stand
Quit talking bout your game and just show me some hands
Who you tryna impress? What you tryna flex?
When the f*ck does it end? Where you tryna ya best?
Why the f*ck is you stressed? Why you up in this shit?
Tell me how the f*ck are you happy with the way that you live?
Letting love slip you when you catch it cause you would rather be a f*ck up
And victimize yourself with scapegoats saying nobody love us
Refusing to believe there's better than self destruction
Your lack of intuition got me heated 'cause I know you could do better
Than going day to day, skipping your 9 to 5
Complaining bout the lack of funds while getting high
So you wanna turn your life to the streets? Fine
But you already know that shit like that ain't really no paradise
'Cause you risking your life and you wasting yo time
And yo family gon cry, you always on your momma's mind
She worry bout you so much for the right reasons
And if I had a mother I would want yours to be mine
('Cause at least she gave a f*ck)
(I tried to tell you)
(Should've said it sooner)
('Cause it's too late to say later is better than never)