Handled. ft. J D Lyrics

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At the end of the day, I have my business handled

To cop the car I want, need a couple more bandos

To pay it all in cash, got my eyes on a Lambo

Anything I show you, is nothing but a sample

Only have two modes, that's Rocky and Rambo

Tell me that I'm Gunning 'cause I'm cocky and I can blow

Enough about me, on and on I could ramble

When we talkin' money, on it's where my hands go

At the end of the day, my business gets handled

Black on black, in the shadows so it's camo

Pack the cheese in the Louie V, call it Leather Lambeau

When it's time to party, I always cop a handle

Movin' to my own beat, solo on the dance floor

To reach the next level, you got to take a chance bro

Know what you stand for

'Cause In this PC culture it's easy to get cancelled

Methodical movements, colossal achievements

Puttin' ink to paper, signin' agreements

Payin' straight cash shoppin' at Nieman's

Tellin' Moms I got her, show I mean it

On my way up like Scotty beam me

Life is a movie, steady streamin'

Head on a swivel, they steady scheming

So I just sit back, gangsta leanin'

I handle my business

I don't need a witness

I don't need permission

I just need forgiveness

My mode is on vicious

I pull up my britches

And grant my own wishes

I'm eatin' delicious

A starter, I finish

Like Popeye on spinach

Or Beast Mode from scrimmage

Ramsey in the kitchen

I bring something different

So make sure to listen

I'm gone in an instant

Quickly I make distance

Can blink but you'll miss it

Be left reminiscin'

From zonin' to blitzin'

I'm ganged up like Blitzen

I been on a mission

My business gets handled every day (Every day)

Every day I got to pray (Got to pray)

Got to pray for my enemies, them snakes (Them snakes)

Them snakes why my grass landscaped (Whoa)

You get what you put in

So there's no rushing, no V. Putin

Fast food v home cookin'

I'm ready to buy, y'all just lookin'

At the end of the day my business gets handled

I make moves with Knowns, keep my eyes on them Randos

Always stay relaxed with the incense and candles

Got to plan for the dry times like a camel

Ready for the overtime like I ate my Campbell's

You can tell me nothin', nothings what I can't do

Run the race or get trampled

Success or failure, always an example

If you lost the handle, don't know where ya going

Momma waitin' on me but nothin' ain't showing

Movin' like the river so I keep flowing '

Can't let 'em pull you down or put you on the menu

Have niggas out ya house like we in a venue

Focused on myself 'cause it's a lot to handle

If ya life goin' left don't try to gamble

I put everything up, the shit I couldn't handle

The shit I couldn't handle I put on the shelf

And that shelf is empty, I focus on self

They focus on wealth while I focus on health

I move in the shadows, so well versed in stealth

At times I couldn't eat so I tightened my belt

The memories vivid of pain that was felt

Can only play the game with the hand that was dealt

So the first time around, handle ya business well