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