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prinz - helping hand lyrics

i’ve never needed a helping hand
cuz the hand that’ll help is a hand too fake
gotta fake one here and a fake one there
guess i gotta accept my fate
always went into overtime, just to craft my sk!lls
that sh+t weren’t one take
fake always knew he was fake
shame, gotta accept what on my plate

i’ve never needed a helping hand
cuz the hand that’ll help is a hand too fake
gotta fake onе here and a fake onе there
guess i gotta accept my fate
always went into overtime, just to craft my sk!lls
that sh+t weren’t one take
fake always knew he was fake
shame, gotta accept what on my plate
don’t be stupid
i been doing up bows no arrow
now they thinking my name was cupid
cuz soon imma make me a milly
with bro when i’m stacking this p no diddy
u see bro thats k!lly
f2 baller call me billy

i swear i would wait my turn, p+ssed
i’m done with waiting now
the snakes in in grass would tug, and pull
the ref ain’t giving no foul
i felt like i was on xfacter
gold buzzer simon cowell
i feel famous when i’m in my element
intelligent, man i made that vow

jokeman, begging me over a pound
i woulda given my helping hand
but where was u when i was down and broke
like destiny’s not always planned
talk on my name
man i give no verbal
you want that tea in a cup no herbal
record times i ain’t talking hurdles
only real ones are within my circle
i’ve never needed a helping hand
cuz the hand that’ll help is a hand too fake
gotta fake one here and a fake one there
guess i gotta accept my fate
always went into overtime, just to craft my sk!lls
that sh+t weren’t one take
fake always knew he was fake
shame, gotta accept what on my plate

they wanna war man like iss world war 3
i don’t wanna do much talking
man i really got enemies on me
gotta stick to my grind man i keep on walking
i hear that they really tryna copy my flows
dangerous game man they moving lazy
one vid got me mixing packs and potions
mad, suttin like hazey

took me 5 minutes, huh das mad
will smith the way i’m serving slaps
i’m preeing their music, man is all cap
gotta run eight miles or suttin you digdat
spin that whip reverse it, hurting
try baiting me out i’m swerving
learning, more like writing and observing
earning, das the goal here, gotta earn it
i’ve never needed a helping hand
cuz the hand that’ll help is a hand too fake
gotta fake one here and a fake one there
guess i gotta accept my fate
always went into overtime, just to craft my sk!lls
that sh+t weren’t one take
fake always knew he was fake
shame, gotta accept what on my plate

- prinz lyrics

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