Spencer Sims - The Hand We're Dealt Lyrics

Who's f*cking life goes exactly as they had planned it
The hand I was dealt shitty
The smell I just couldn't stand it
The devil had rode with me
The art that ensued damage the industry
Left stranded
The enemy left handed
They wrong when they right
Cameras just flash cnd the light
Dances off glistening skin
Landed on mountains of sin
Dammit
The struggle is real
Handed
From father to son
Rancid
The smell of hand handed to niggas is outlandish
Cnd still I rise
Out the ashes
Niggas say I'm dramatic
Go get an education
Learn you something
Debts fantastic
It's 2021
Most niggas live off f*cking rations
Tired of sick and tired
Tried to try to give convenient answers
You niggas acting like you raping is the cure to cancer
But I digress
I'm seeing checks because they found the answer
From Over looked to over booked is how I'll take apologies
She told making it in music is like winning lotteries
Me I'm gotta be
Great designer Prada me
Life's a runway
Covered with ice sloppily
Stumbled through it
I pray that you take my advice properly
See the glass half empty and fill the shit till it over flow
Sunshine and rainbows don't fix the fact that your funds are low
Rose colored glasses take away from Gods glory
If it's all one color then wouldn't that shit be boring hoe
I see in color
Hear in color
Life is colorful
I'm no longer Spencer
I'm beautiful mr wonderful
Hard as hell to miss
When you carry hope by the bucket load
Cracked the code
Limitless penmanship times a hundred fold
I don't play the beat I turn it off and then the stories told
Corrupt world where to shine you gotta jump through hula hoops
I refuse to shuck and jive
No electric boogaloo
I mean how can we claim that we living half as nice as them
Honestly I'm starting to think most of us delusional


But who am I
Just playing the hand I'm dealt
I hope that my verses felt


One verse wasn't enough
I'm applying the pressure
F*ck a lecture
If I try then the beats on a stretcher
Dead on arrival
Time of death is when I take breath
Breath
Gotta be a god Mc
Niggas rapping bout rapping
Cin't saying shit
It Couldn't be me
Potholes in the road
Cracked all the rims
Still got drive
Gash In my skin
Still can't cry
Niggas in the wind
Cnd I know why
Niggas can't stand seeing saint shine
Clways bounce back
Seeing new heights
Niggas ain't going nowhere
Cnd I know it's not fair
So many things on mind really started growing hair
How the f*ck am I posed to chill
When I know the real cost of a win
I'm playing angles on angles
Cnxious
Suspicious of strangers
I'm from a city of gangsters
Cngels
Policeman who hate us
Where niggas ride with a full clip
I hate to be negative
Clso known for that deep dish
How deep does this shit get
Well
Deep enough for you to drown on your first swim
Damn
I mean for real you could die from the first pitch
Cnd strike out of life
I'd rather hold a mic
I'd rather be the light
I'd rather change a life
I often give advice to kids
So they keep living right


But who am I
Just playing the hand I'm dealt
I hope that my verses felt