in our hands Lyrics

In Our Hands

All hyped up it’s a Saturday night

Got my niggas around n I’m feeling alright

I ain’t even trippin shawti spillin the wine

This a celebration for us living our lives

Huh… and still I rise

Like a thief or homeless nigga waking up in the night

Maybe I could get a meal or I could come up off a few bucks, Almost had to shoot once, to hide it in my crew cuts

Huh. Now it’s back to the basics

Like my niggas smoking weed n we jus rhyming bout places

That we never even but we eventually have

N half my niggas dropped out but they addicted to math, me I’m addicted to ass

More specifically the tities section, always like the big ones

Got me like, still I rise

Like a paranoid nigga or my bitch on the side

Huh n still i tried.. to make my shawti see the light but she still wanna die

Can I save her, or am I in this shit jus way too deep

Thinking bout my ghost babies got me losing some sleep, huh

So I roll up a heep

Play some madden, count some cabbage, I be counting the sheep

There’s some times wish I was average, wish it I had it, or jus sumn to keep.. things still fucking w me

It’s still fucking w me

I been stressed n I been stretched but they still tuggin on me

Can’t leave the set w out a vest in case they hunting on me

I’m a hundred degrees, skip a class or get smashed or smoke a paper w me

Getting jaded w me

I likely smoke the hash or sumn

Bathe around in Cali son, talk about my tats or sumn, think about those times that I said I wish I had sumn, huh yuh.

just to realize that I always had it, n life a great beauty but it’s always tragic

So if you ask me, would money solve all my problems

Would hitting lottery make me drop out of college?

Would a tax credit make me think again about robbin?

I tell em yes..

Lift some weight off my chest

I been smoking O’s entirely

N treat my notes like diaries

Quoting what’s inspiring n working on refinery I…

wrote this shit reliably

In hopes it would be guiding me

To something that’s inside of me

They like lately you the one, should be true to yourself

There’s a spot for you among the stars n not the ones that’s on this earth

Go n get that shit you deserve

Them some words, was sumn precious, what I needed jus to calm my nerves

They say if you really want it you gon get up earlier than the birds

That’s called that work

Switch the topic like the doctor talking bout I’m a prophet

Ain’t no way you can stop him

If I get caught up w the brick, I swear ima lob it

That’s my Nigga light joggin

Ain’t no way you can’t can stop him

Cause they choppa don’t beat box, ain’t spot him or got him

Nah, I’m iced up like a freezer plus that hot in my pocket

Farri dropped a new line, So I want it I cop it

Swear they already copy

I’m getting plotted by copies

I jus load mine n I cock it

Hit ya face w the stock end

Boy there’s coal in my stocking

Don’t pass the smoke I’m not Stockton

But passing coke for the dollars

Hope you cope w ya problems

She been really down n out n I been thirsty like a drought maybe we could reconnect but this ain’t need of no announce, I’d rather put it in ya mouth, bout n hour n I’m out but she would rather stay trippin

Trippin bout my bitch’s position, well find the difference

Here in thin n thickness cause my last bitch was my sickness