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No Handouts lyrics
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Intro
Ain't no co-sign, fuck a feature Built this shit from dirt, no teacher
Verse 1
Cold emails sittin' in drafts, ghosted every time Self-taught the plug, coded lines in the grind Late nights, screen glow, failures stack like bricks While they clubbin', I'm trappin' in pixels, gettin' rich No spoon, just hunger, stomach growlin' loud In the quiet, I leveled up, never needed a crowd
Pre-chorus
They took the lift, I stair-mastered the pain Now penthouse views, breathin' different, no chain
Chorus
Built it all, no handouts! No handouts! Earned every bag, no shortcuts! No shortcuts! My own two hands, stood on my own land Now they slide in DMs, tryna shake my hand
Verse 2
They curved me hard, walked past like I was nothin' Now inbox flooded, "bro let's link, what's good?" bluffin' Circle tight, vision 20/20, fakes gettin' cut Ones who dipped on the come-up can't post up Captain of my ship, turned Ls to wins, no cap Every "no" lit the fuse, now the bag overflowin', facts
Chorus
Built it all, no handouts! No handouts! Earned every bag, no shortcuts! No shortcuts! My own two hands, stood on my own land Now they slide in DMs, tryna shake my hand
Bridge
Summit view ain't luck, this blueprint all mine Blood, sweat, sacrifices, paid the toll every time They see shine, miss the grind in the cut Star aligned 'cause I forced it, what
Verse 3
Architect of my fate, blueprint tatted in my brain Doubts thrown? Fed the fire, turned hate to gain Don't need they props, I'll take the W and dip Secret sauce? The struggle, that's the real flip Bottom to the top suite, narrative straight gold Indie empire, story still unfold
Chorus
Built it all, no handouts! No handouts! Yeah! Earned every bag, no shortcuts! No shortcuts! Straight up! My own two hands, stood on my own land! Now they all come around... Too late, fam
Outro
Yeah... From nothin'. All me. No handouts. No shortcuts. My ground. They comin' 'round now...
Inside the recording
Ain't no co-sign, fuck a feature Built this shit from dirt, no teacher
They took the lift, I stair-mastered the pain Now penthouse views, breathin' different, no chain
Yeah... From nothin'. All me. No handouts.
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