No Handouts (TID2) RXKNephew

[Intro]
My nigga Brainstorm did this beat!
Uh huh, yeah
Phew, yeah
Rex! Rex!

[Verse]
Ain't no handouts, I'm my own boss
I don't like talkin' on the phone call
With your hand out, what's wrong with him? (Brainstorm went crazy on the beat!)
I be on the flight, airplane mode
My bitch with me, that's my top shooter
Jump out the rental, do somethin' to him
Dealing with the pain and anxiety
Unc said "Neph, you a prodigy"
I'm still that dirty nigga from the hood
Shoot a nigga in his face like I'm hood
You broke as hell, frustrated
Your whole outfit outdated
I'll leave you missin' in Malaysia
Nigga mad his raps don't work
I'll wave the wrist, leave his feelings hurt
I bet both my wrists gon' work
Nigga, we trapped out stolеn cars
Hand to hand, we ain't do fraud
Watch your mouth 'fore we knock it off
I kickеd her out when she topped me off
Glock to yo throat, pause
Glock on yo ass like drawers
Glock on your head, new era
I'll drive a Ford like a Panamera
My bitch said she don't sell pussy
I'm like "Girl, who you tellin' that to?"
I'm like "Girl, grandma ain't raise no fool"
I'll pay the bills and pay for the food
Last bitch don't like the new bitch
Her new man, he don't do shit
Kids like "Damn, Neph got a cool whip"
Pull up, i8 with two wrists
Your baby daddy in debt
I'll have him answerin' the door for a check
My bitch know I'm drunk, still wan' fuck
Two tone Rollie, lemme hold it up
Shut the fuck up, you fuck up my thoughts
Bitch, you know how much shit I bought?
Get a nigga killed for the top
I'm fresh as hell and that's my fault