Handle it

[VERSE 1] I used to have no eletric in my yard Using a candle light streaming over glamour life when my brother died that was the saddest night On my way to school fiends in the staircase time flys now my hood seems like a weird place My grandma putting money in the collection plate And the pastors the connect the flake Without my mums thought i used to regulate the streets try a best single parent working 7 days a week Im on trial how theses juries and feds judge me They can't relate cause they ain't never been to bed hungry I just spit the truth in the booth sorry if im confusing the youth A quick message to the kids in them children homes Good times are here even if you feel alone Tryna survive will i live to see 25 can't afford to slide quickly handled this life [VERSE 2] Shit was more fun when i was broke couple niggas got 30s now there struggling to cope Wish i could jam with stylie holla my brother Theses days its like mums are getting younger and younger That little nigga always act crazy But it weren't his fault he was a crack baby Used to jam with theses niggas after school Now everytime we cross pass i blast my tool Feds hit me with an asbo Thinking if my chick would love me if i never had doe My cash flow went mad slow Hardly getting ammo so im about to cook me up a Lambo Take risks but i ain't tryna go to pen Fell off but bounced back i ain't going broke again I dont watch this niggas i stay in my own lane In the trap all day weighing up cocaine