Helping Hand Lyrics

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