Helping Hand

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