Ceo.wav & Ja-P - Helping Hand

Aye
What are you watching
Okay
Fair enough
Yeah
Fuck
Tell me how to make it stop
Before I take it where it used to go
Either you lose your life
Or you could lose your tone
Don't make me lose control, the second I finally got it
Tell my baby that I got a couple things that I gotta do alone
I don't want a helping hand
Getcha hands up off me
Cuz none of this shit was ever in the plans
I don't think she'll understand
I wish I knew in advance
I wish I knew
Cuz if I knew I wouldn't turn into the shit I am
Tell me when I stood a chance, let me know
The last time I let a nigga help me I found myself
Behind a cell
I ain't know a nigga that I considered my brother would be
The one to tell
Then I find out that he told everybody that I was the one that
Got to snitching
How your arraignment the same day
My fingerprints go in the system
Who you kidding pulling strings like a kitty kitty
But bitch ain't no pussy in me
I was pushing and you had pushed me off the edge
Right to the feds, you thought I was dead
But I got the fuck up instead
And when it's up then it's stuck
Only did a couple months
Now I gotta make it up
I don't need a pick me up
You could really get the fuck
Shit
Tell me how to make it stop
Before I take it where it used to go
Either you lose your life
Or you could lose your tone
Don't make me lose control, the second I finally got it
Tell my baby that I got a couple things that I gotta do alone
I don't want a helping hand
Getcha hands up off me
Cuz none of this shit was ever in the plans
I don't think she'll understand
I wish I knew in advance
I wish I knew
Cuz if I knew I wouldn't turn into the shit I am
Tell me when I stood a chance, let me know
I got some pain I ain't letting go
Boo who gives a fuck
Get in ya bag Imma zip it up
Strong enough to hold my bitch and a grudge, the jig is up
So I keep it under lock, I was on the block
I was never caught, by the grace of God
I don't want a lot, I just wanna stop
Fuck, all these homicidal thoughts
For example, so and so died, and I did my dance
Last time he saw me, he ran
That night I fucked up his mans
I can't make it any clearer
How can I fight these urges
A helping hand isn't worth it

Written by:
Japelle Shaw Jr., Will Olenyik

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