Helping Hand (feat. Cocaine Mali)

This all that I'm on fire These hoes dead, now they some fans Bro on the track, we got bands on bands Don't pull up if you on the ground Runnin' this shit, I'm the king of the land She wanna fuck for a nightstand I love all my niggas, I do what I can Run up them racks and then do it again You don't need no help, I need a helping hand Bitch, you be doin' the most Celebrate with my nigga, yeah, let's have a toast It's crazy how I don't get love from my foes When you get power, these niggas turn ghosts I was hungry, so I got the bread and the loaf Cold, so I had to go get a coat Nigga left me, it was stormin I was trappin', I had to wake up in the mornin If I call bro, then I know he gon' execute you With that bitch, so I don't wanna miss I knew one day that I was gon' ball like a testicle Smokin' on shit, it look just like some vegetables Niggas, they talk, I don't care what they say I'm bout' my money, yeah, I'm bout' my bread All of this pain got me takin' these meds And they free my dad, that nigga went fed Can't hate on no nigga, I am who I am If I call them shooters, they pull up and blam My bitch said she gon' leave when she get a chance I ain't no beaver, I don't give a damn Smokin' on Mary, I walk with a lamb Got a bitch look like Gina, a bitch look like Pam I pray that they free my cousin out of jail It don't matter, cause ten toes, I know he gon' stand These hoes deep down, they some fans Bro on the track, we got bands on bands Don't pull up if you on the ground Runnin' this shit, I'm the king of the land She wanna fuck for a nice thang I love all my niggas, I do what I can Run up them racks and then do it again You don't need no help, I need a helping hand These bitches be doin' the most Celebrate with my nigga, yeah, let's have a toast It's crazy how I don't get love from my foes When you get power, these niggas turn ghosts I was hungry, so I got the bread and the loaf Cold, so I had to go get it cold Nigga left me, it was stormin I was trappin', I had to wake up in the morning I was trappin', I had to wake up in the morning Uh, uh, uh, one in the head Kept it locked, caught Trappin' went straight to the block Too many plays, you couldn't pay me to stop Young niggas pull up and hop out the store Empty the clip and reload it Seen that shit too many times Nigga gon' never catch me with no eyes No way, nigga, Cartier thang, Cartier frames I fuck around, cop a Cartier chain Niggas keep flexin' with a band Dummy, these Amiri's pay that for the team My nigga still sellin' swag, got gas too Is you still gettin' cash Still gettin' bags? Cash too Yeah, you thought she was loyal and thought she was faithful But this what that cash do We stampin' shit like a tattoo I make them youngins get actual I know some real lil' crips with some slats too Fuckin' KD, spendin' Benz Missed the first time, we gon' spend it I need somewhere chillin Out in Miami, countin' up back ends Bit back ends on good, bit by Woods on straight Them niggas hate, look at they face I know they gon' hate, boy, you a bum KD put your bitch in her place Niggas touch me, they gon' die KD ain't lyin', uh, uh, uh He got a Glock, 12 o'clock, put it straight in the sky Uh, uh, uh