Handle It

Chorus:

I coulda been a banger, coulda been dead

Coulda woulda shoulda

But I’m layin in my bed.

I coulda ran away , I coulda chose to quit

But you know me, man up and handle shit.

I could’ve finished college,

Should’ve had a career.

Now I smoke pounds

And never care what I wear.

I coulda ran away

But Im too ambitious to quit

Put the world on your back,

Man up and handle it.

Verse 1- 0:32

You said you wanna raise the bar,

Well I’m raising the level

I raise a little bit hell

Like I was raised by the devil

I was raised out in the country

But in my headphones was metal.

Rap battles and sneak disses

No that’s not how we settle.

I’d never listened to rap,

Never understood the purpose.

Not until your down and out

And feel deserted does it hurt ya.

The songs never could make me listen

Not until I found myself in a similar position

I loved the words and relativity

Every good line another symphony

I use to write as a kid

I’d write poems and shit,

Little stories for myself

To get out my head.

And it did it.

Yeah it helped for a bit.

But them the poems weren’t enough

To get this weight off my lid.

So I stopped asking god

And started talking to the mirror.

Said “in 5 years time,

Who do you wanna see here.”

Chorus- (1:16)

I coulda been a banger, coulda been dead

Coulda woulda shoulda

But I’m layin in my bed.

I coulda ran away , I coulda chose to quit

But you know me, man up and handle shit.

I could’ve finished college,

Should’ve had a career.

Now I smoke pounds

And never care what I wear.

I coulda ran away

But Im too ambitious to quit

Put the world on my back,

Man up and handle it.

Verse 2 -

Are we raising the bar,

Or are we dropping the anchor?

Cause I can go both ways,

Like the steps of escalators.

Yeah it always goes down,

Like swiss on cheese graters.

Y'all haters dairy queens,

My flow is straight Graeter's.

I smoke down,

And then float to high places.

I like my own room

But love my own spaces.

I live life,

And not speed thru like a racer.

Shout out to my..

Nah you’d think Im racist.

My bar’s out of this world,

Like drinking in a spaceship.

Y’all sound like lil yachty,

I’m sayin that y’all basic.

Basically the same autotune

On every station.

Thats not even rap..

So just face it.

Whoa,

I'm not aiming at the fans,

Im just aiming at the stars.

And never planning to land.

I just wanna get it,

Like I talked about.

Went to business school,

With dreams of dropping out.

All day was the thought of a bank account.

Buying a bigger house,

To make the family proud.

But sometimes I think,

Maybe the cash doesn't matter.

I wanna die happy,

Can't take it with me after that.

Chorus:

I coulda been a banger, coulda been dead

Coulda woulda shoulda

But I’m layin in my bed.

I coulda ran away , I coulda chose to quit

But you know me, man up and handle shit.

I could’ve finished college,

Should’ve had a career.

Now I smoke pounds

And never care what I wear.

I coulda ran away

But Im too ambitious to quit

Put the world on your back,

Man up and handle it.