Ain't nobody in the hood getting a hand out
They get a plug and rap about it on the SoundCloud
Youngin hit a lick he a man now
Getting paid is the only way you gon stand out
Money feed way better than the beef do
And mansions treat you better than the streets do
If those your homies than you need them and they need you
Make sure they wanna love you and not be you
Young boy getting money steady trapping hard
I be serving everything except that butter hard
Ardmore Ave for life ima rep it hard
For the homies living with the battle scars
I did my thing the right way and I'm the man now
I know the opps be hating and that's hands down
But if I needed it to be that's a man down
But ima give it time for them to fan out
Cus I'm too real you can't hate me for ever dog
I'll be the one to pull your card like a lever dog
I slowed down on the weed cus I be paranoid
I remember prison pictures with the Polaroid
Ain't nobody in the hood getting a hand out
They get a plug and rap about it on the SoundCloud
Youngin hit a lick he a man now
Getting paid is the only way you gon stand out
Money feed way better than the beef do
And mansions treat you better than the streets do
If those your homies than you need them and they need you
Make sure they wanna love you and not be you
Ima be me till the day that I croak
Off the boat up her nose All these hoes already know
The lean give me an itch, I need some cortisone
I'm on my Kevin gates, Cus I really got two phones
You a lame mothaf*cka I can tell you a phony
This for my family and my homies
You don't need to talk about it just show me
Real bosses making money staying
Lowkey
(Your crew four squares, like its recess
I do me and they follow but I'm no Jesus
My shooter still rock 501s with cresses
Drop body in the ocean at the deep end)
Johnny Mo - No Handouts Lyrics
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Ain't nobody in the hood getting a hand out
They get a plug and rap about it on the SoundCloud
Youngin hit a lick he a man now
Getting paid is the only way you gon stand out
Money feed way better than the beef do
And mansions treat you better than the streets do
If those your homies than you need them and they need you
Make sure they wanna love you and not be you
Young boy getting money steady trapping hard
I be serving everything except that butter hard
Ardmore Ave for life ima rep it hard
For the homies living with the battle scars
I did my thing the right way and I'm the man now
I know the opps be hating and that's hands down
But if I needed it to be that's a man down
But ima give it time for them to fan out
Cus I'm too real you can't hate me for ever dog
I'll be the one to pull your card like a lever dog
I slowed down on the weed cus I be paranoid
I remember prison pictures with the Polaroid
Ain't nobody in the hood getting a hand out
They get a plug and rap about it on the SoundCloud
Youngin hit a lick he a man now
Getting paid is the only way you gon stand out
Money feed way better than the beef do
And mansions treat you better than the streets do
If those your homies than you need them and they need you
Make sure they wanna love you and not be you
Ima be me till the day that I croak
Off the boat up her nose All these hoes already know
The lean give me an itch, I need some cortisone
I'm on my Kevin gates, Cus I really got two phones
You a lame mothaf*cka I can tell you a phony
This for my family and my homies
You don't need to talk about it just show me
Real bosses making money staying
Lowkey
(Your crew four squares, like its recess
I do me and they follow but I'm no Jesus
My shooter still rock 501s with cresses
Drop body in the ocean at the deep end)
They get a plug and rap about it on the SoundCloud
Youngin hit a lick he a man now
Getting paid is the only way you gon stand out
Money feed way better than the beef do
And mansions treat you better than the streets do
If those your homies than you need them and they need you
Make sure they wanna love you and not be you
Young boy getting money steady trapping hard
I be serving everything except that butter hard
Ardmore Ave for life ima rep it hard
For the homies living with the battle scars
I did my thing the right way and I'm the man now
I know the opps be hating and that's hands down
But if I needed it to be that's a man down
But ima give it time for them to fan out
Cus I'm too real you can't hate me for ever dog
I'll be the one to pull your card like a lever dog
I slowed down on the weed cus I be paranoid
I remember prison pictures with the Polaroid
Ain't nobody in the hood getting a hand out
They get a plug and rap about it on the SoundCloud
Youngin hit a lick he a man now
Getting paid is the only way you gon stand out
Money feed way better than the beef do
And mansions treat you better than the streets do
If those your homies than you need them and they need you
Make sure they wanna love you and not be you
Ima be me till the day that I croak
Off the boat up her nose All these hoes already know
The lean give me an itch, I need some cortisone
I'm on my Kevin gates, Cus I really got two phones
You a lame mothaf*cka I can tell you a phony
This for my family and my homies
You don't need to talk about it just show me
Real bosses making money staying
Lowkey
(Your crew four squares, like its recess
I do me and they follow but I'm no Jesus
My shooter still rock 501s with cresses
Drop body in the ocean at the deep end)
Writer: Johnny Moualem
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