Hands together
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack thinner
Mark my sentence this the beginning of a bad temper
What's the real feeling?
Still getting bought up on some shit that I don't know about
In 2 weeks tops
My campaign a be rolling out
Tiktok playlist shit got him going out
But my words pouring out
Offering treaties always been beneath me
Talked to Dz he told me Butch you letting shit slide too easy
I'm aware
And observant
But behind them closed curtains
I was hurting and confused
Staying on my p's and q's
Ain't learning from no nigga here
Like I ain't needed school
And when I turned 18
I said f*ck the consequences
And for instant
When I used to live
Wit my mama Shae and her fiancé
By the time I started to writing for the hobby
Not the job
Could I take it serious it's not a prob
I knew my nigga Dutch from east side
Who threw a couple lobs
Barking up the stardom tree and log
How yall watch a nigga starve?
Proud to say we kick down doors
Nobody getting robbed
Hands together
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack thinner
Mark my sentence this the beginning of a bad temper
Butch Dawson - Hands Together Lyrics
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Hands together
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack thinner
Mark my sentence this the beginning of a bad temper
What's the real feeling?
Still getting bought up on some shit that I don't know about
In 2 weeks tops
My campaign a be rolling out
Tiktok playlist shit got him going out
But my words pouring out
Offering treaties always been beneath me
Talked to Dz he told me Butch you letting shit slide too easy
I'm aware
And observant
But behind them closed curtains
I was hurting and confused
Staying on my p's and q's
Ain't learning from no nigga here
Like I ain't needed school
And when I turned 18
I said f*ck the consequences
And for instant
When I used to live
Wit my mama Shae and her fiancé
By the time I started to writing for the hobby
Not the job
Could I take it serious it's not a prob
I knew my nigga Dutch from east side
Who threw a couple lobs
Barking up the stardom tree and log
How yall watch a nigga starve?
Proud to say we kick down doors
Nobody getting robbed
Hands together
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack thinner
Mark my sentence this the beginning of a bad temper
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack thinner
Mark my sentence this the beginning of a bad temper
What's the real feeling?
Still getting bought up on some shit that I don't know about
In 2 weeks tops
My campaign a be rolling out
Tiktok playlist shit got him going out
But my words pouring out
Offering treaties always been beneath me
Talked to Dz he told me Butch you letting shit slide too easy
I'm aware
And observant
But behind them closed curtains
I was hurting and confused
Staying on my p's and q's
Ain't learning from no nigga here
Like I ain't needed school
And when I turned 18
I said f*ck the consequences
And for instant
When I used to live
Wit my mama Shae and her fiancé
By the time I started to writing for the hobby
Not the job
Could I take it serious it's not a prob
I knew my nigga Dutch from east side
Who threw a couple lobs
Barking up the stardom tree and log
How yall watch a nigga starve?
Proud to say we kick down doors
Nobody getting robbed
Hands together
My ghetto musical a clap niggas
I don't feel I need to make amends wit a rap niggas
Show me figures cuz I ain't taking if the stack thinner
Mark my sentence this the beginning of a bad temper
Writer: Jujuan Allen
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