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