No Handouts

No handouts, no such luck
 We out in Cali, down in the valley but still going up
 Still in my bag, still in the cut
 We manifested this shit from the jump like we can't make it up
 Champagne, let's make a toast, nah
 Moment of silence for keeping it quiet but doing the most
 You might be the ops, so we'll keep it close to the chest
 Still on a mission and don't get it twisted just cause we ain't posted it yet
 Handful of checks and a phone full of texts
 No time to open them yet
 The family's first, that's just how it works
 I put nothing over the set
 Paying attention, paying respect, settling debts
 My hands clean but don't mind the dirty work
 As long as you cutting the check
 No handouts, no such luck
 We out in Cali, down in the valley but still going up
 Still in my bag, still in the cut
 We manifested this shit from the jump like we can't make it up
 Looking up at the moon like are you even listening
 Painting pictures that we been envisioning
 Back in my bag, back in my zone
 Family and I just been eating alone
 At a table too big, but we never mind
 Just set it for 20, we know it gets friendly right after we shine
 After the grind, you know how it goes but nobody knows
 It's hours and hours of sitting alone and getting in tune
 Just me and the moon
 Still catching flights, still in a foreign
 Ep off exotic, we still imported
 Undrafted and somehow still winning it
 Y'all said we couldn't but somehow we did it with
 No handouts, no such luck
 We out in Cali, down in the valley but still going up
 Still in my bag, still in the cut
 We manifested this shit from the jump like we can't make it up
 No handouts, no such luck
 We out in Cali, down in the valley but still going up
 Still in my bag, still in the cut
 We manifested this shit from the jump like we can't make it up