[Intro: MANSDEM]

Handler get the money, yup, yup, handler get the money

Handler get the money, h- handler get the-

Handler get the money, yup, what, handler get the-

Handler get the money

From Hampton out to VA

[Verse 1: MANSDEM]

Waltzing through the lanes like Walt Fraiz'

Through the lanes

From Oklahoma, to Barcelona Spain

Make G.I. Jane Lois Lane, yo, the lights slow the pace

Sounded like you spit your shit in lowercase

Pеrfect aim through your motorcade

Hash slinging slasher likе Iman Shumpert

Cash ring a rapper, yo, I need all the dunkets

Wallaby's on my feet, keep my cypher complete

Jit seen through the low, slipstream, who'd've known

When your shit is like morphine

Your getting more fiends, and more fans

You calling more grams, and you pick a larger floorplan

Speak up into the mic

You sound like you whispering

Get you some confidence, it sounds like it's missing kid

And you don't got the slightest inkling on what it is

Dumbest since you young and, yo, the flow is butter-thin

Never cared about opinions of another man

The subtleness, Cullinan got no color like cuttlefish

Forgiato with the puckered lips, the colors mix

Thick wrapped double-knit zip up

Cherry red Chevy pick-up

You wilding in the mic

You prolly drink an iced Heineken Light

Your mans got shine, you know your timing isn't right

Get back in the gym, kid, who told you practice was ended?

[?] when I ride the beat

Try and see, no, you can't rhyme with me

Skill different betwixt us, there's a few giant leaps and bounds

Peep my sounds, and make the verse price increase

My words carry gold like Irish cream

Said you like Pilates Siamese flying geese

On the sportsman button-up

Pull up with your your mother in the front

All you mother-skunks get buried in the trunk

Beat three [?] beamer

Underground Eminem promotin' another boring feature

Lick your sword and leave you in rigamortus

Don't get left dead on the hill

Red [?] cannon might send you a bill

I shouldn't gave you a line

I should've gave you a song, but you singing along

[Verse 2: unruly]

Uh, squeezing my weapon

I think about beliefs, seizing my blessings

Jealousy just ceasing in the beat, freedom I question

Question my freedom, question how deep is my message

The beat in the pencil relentless, unfeasible you not reaching my level

Penal colonies to penal and pretzels

Vino embezzles the own casinos, evil eventful

I was somewhere rolling c-notes, smoking weed out your rent

You was reading through our messages to see if I missed you

You cease to be the crutch that niggas always seem to forget you

Dreams of Beamers and Bentleys upon the scene at the venue

People give reference to legacy they know what you've done

The stories you've told, the good times, the horrible ones

Deplorable sons, the more you go, the war machines toil the chucks

Feelings when you wanted some love, unloyal, the less

Mama told me some fly longer than others

Running from one time, tryna tell my mama I love her

The trauma we suffered I was just semi-cautious in public

Conflict erupt entire, the hardship off with my brother

Awkward to say, I almost called to another god

Weight got too heavy to struggle, just shrug it off

Look forward to the son inside of the hustle on, my mother called

Baby, like what the fuck is you running for?

(I know you said you love me, but I love you more)