I never needed a helping hand
Because the hand that'll help is a hand too fake
Got a fake one here and a fake one there
Guess I got to accept my fate
Always went into overtime, just to craft my skills
That shit weren't one take
Fake always knew he was fake
Shame, got to accept what on my plate
I never needed a helping hand
Because the hand that'll help is a hand too fake
Got a fake one here and a fake one there
Guess I got to accept my fate
Always went into overtime, just to craft my skills
That shit weren't one take
Fake always knew he was fake
Shame, got to accept what on my plate
Don't be stupid
I've been doing up bows no arrow
Now they thinking my name was Cupid
Because soon I'm a make me a Milly
With bro when I'm stacking this p no diddy
You see bro that's killy
F2 baller call me billy
I swear I would wait my turn, pissed
I'm done with waiting now
The snakes in in grass would tug, and pull
The ref ain't giving no foul
I felt like I was on XFactor
Gold buzzer Simon Cowell
I feel famous when I'm in my element
Intelligent, man I made that vow
Joke man, begging me over a pound
I would have given my helping hand
But where was you when I was down and broke
Like destiny's not always planned
Talk on my name man I give no verbal
You want that tea in a cup no herbal
Record times I ain't talking hurdles
Only real ones are within my circle
I never needed a helping hand
Because the hand that'll help is a hand too fake
Got a fake one here and a fake one there
Guess I got to accept my fate
Always went into overtime, just to craft my skills
That shit weren't one take
Fake always knew he was fake
Shame, got to accept what on my plate
They want to war man like it's world war 3
I don't want to do much talking
Man I really got enemies on me
Got to stick to my grind man I keep on walking
I hear that they really trying to copy my flows
Dangerous game man they moving lazy
One vid got me mixing packs and potions
Mad, something like Hazey
Took me 5 minutes, huh that's mad
Will Smith the way I'm serving slaps
I'm preeing their music, man it's all cap
Got to run Eight Miles or something you Digdat
Spin that whip reverse it, hurting
Baiting me out I'm swerving
Learning, more like writing and observing
Earning, that's the goal here, got to earn it
I never needed a helping hand
Because the hand that'll help is a hand too fake
Got a fake one here and a fake one there
Guess I got to accept my fate
Always went into overtime, just to craft my skills
That shit weren't one take
Fake always knew he was fake
Shame, got to accept what on my plate
I never needed a helping hand
Because the hand that'll help is a hand too fake
Got a fake one here and a fake one there
Guess I got to accept my fate
Always went into overtime, just to craft my skills
That shit weren't one take
Fake always knew he was fake
Shame, got to accept what on my plate