Текст пісні Handle It - Nines

Handle It

I used to have no eletric in my yard
Using a candle light streaming over glamour life when my brother died that was
the saddest night
On my way to school fiends in the staircase time flys now my hood seems like a weird place
My grandma putting money in the collection plate
And the pastors the connect the flake
Without my mums thought i used to regulate the streets try a best single parent
working 7 days a week
Im on trial how theses juries and feds judge me They can’t relate cause they ain’t never been to bed hungry
I just spit the truth in the booth sorry if im confusing the youth
A quick message to the kids in them children homes
Good times are here even if you feel alone
Tryna survive will i live to see 25 can’t afford to slide quickly handled this
life
Shit was more fun when i was broke couple niggas got 30s now there struggling
to cope
Wish i could jam with stylie holla my brother
Theses days its like mums are getting younger and younger
That little nigga always act crazy
But it weren’t his fault he was a crack baby
Used to jam with theses niggas after school
Now everytime we cross pass i blast my tool
Feds hit me with an asbo
Thinking if my chick would love me if i never had doe
My cash flow went mad slow
Hardly getting ammo so im about to cook me up a Lambo
Take risks but i ain’t tryna go to pen
Fell off but bounced back i ain’t going broke again
I dont watch this niggas i stay in my own lane
In the trap all day weighing up cocaine