Handling The Death Lyrics by Kodak Black
(Feat. Reese Youngn)
Gotta pay attention
When you really out here doin’ shit
Can’t even go to your old lady or your mama house
You don’t want them to become the target
Motherfucker might shoot that shit up before you even leave
It’s real
This shit get deeper than concrete when that bail gettin’ spilled everywhere
You gotta pay attention to who you around
All your motherfuckin’ actions could cause a reaction and your situation could hurt your family
Uh
Should’ve did you right, but I really couldn’t help it
I wasn’t sittin’ fightin’ a hundred men, it was myself
Fuckin’ up the paper and you couldn’t tell it was left
Fuckin’ up my foundation, focus on handlin’ the death
I was fightin’ with myself
I was fightin’ with myself, oh
I was fightin’ with myself, oh
Sorry, baby, I was fightin’ with myself
Know you want that wig, but that’s my last, and this what’s left
Before I tell you that shit, I’ll take a risk to get that check
You all in the morning yawning, I’m getting the last of my lil’ rest
That I had ’cause I ain’t sleep last night, was stressin’ ’bout what’s next, uh
You hit my phone a million times, I left and you get extra
You left while I was doin’ time, I came home, now I grabbed you up
Seem like the money only thing that get you wet as fuck for me
Tell me one time I was bleedin’, had you bandaged up
Can’t give you all my love ’cause you might up and fuck on me
And I think of people dead when I’m really mad as fuck
I gave her all my trust, she went and snuck a nut on me
Send ’em to the other room, nigga, I’m leaded up
Should’ve did you right, but I really couldn’t help
I wasn’t sittin’ fightin’ a hundred men, it was myself
Fuckin’ up the paper and he couldn’t tell it was left
Fuckin’ up my foundation, focus on handlin’ the death
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
Not a hundred men, just myself, yeah
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
Fight for my life, I’m tryin’
I’m still fightin’ myself, yeah
Fightin’ with myself, uh
Fightin’ with myself, uh
Fightin’ with myself, yeah
Still fightin’ with my
Still fightin’ with my
Still fightin’ with myself, yeah
Strictly grippin’ my thing if this shit don’t get changed
Domestic violence case on me, the victim my brain
I’m poppin’ depression, yeah, I’m sippin’ on pain, ooh
And we rollin’ up deep, bodies like what’s-is-his-name, oh
Who gon’ be there? Who gon’ be there?
When my ashes everywhere, my dick in the grave
Nigga be grippin’ on God from grippin’ my chains
Smoked him with the same I done robbed, but the pistol done changed
Hurt me when my grandfather couldn’t remember my name
Hurt me when that nigga told, he done went into the grave
Hurt me when that bitch rolled, knew her lil’ nigga done changed
Don’t stick my neck out, but I got my head in the game
Got ninety-nine problems, tryna get a hundred men killed
I wasn’t sittin’ fightin’ a hundred men, it was myself
All alone, I wasn’t so strong, how I put on, I needed help
Fuckin’ up my foundation, focus on handlin’ the death
Business on my debt and envy on my chest, I handled it well
These niggas and bitches, they got good intentions for me, I can tell
Ain’t no happy New Year ’til one of you ask, “You him?” That’s when I am
2016, dealin’ with all this stingy shit, bitch, I’ll be damned
They’d rather hang out, have a great time while I get bad vibes from them
Everybody want a dime to spare, I can’t even get a smile to share
People stalk and stare, tryna look in my eyes and see how high I am
One more album, I’m almost there, I think I done got the stamp
Put this nigga on his feet, when it came to me, couldn’t even get a hand
Dumb nigga thumb, can’t do nothin’, nigga, if you don’t really believe in a hand
I don’t like ’em, then snipe ’em, all my Snipers not viral
Party foul, we gon’ fire, check your nigga for wires
Head up
Hit the heifer, don’t wife her, I don’t never recycle
Bro like
Ball like Jordan, I aspire to be better than Michael
Get me off this dope ’cause, Lord, I know it’s destroying my life slow
And I wonder what you be doin’ when I go
It’s too much goin’ to moods, you gotta be suicidal
Taught you everything you knew, big boy, not everything I know
This life be spooky, got me gooky, scared of my own shadow
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
I don’t like ’em, snipe ’em
Not a hundred men, just myself, yeah
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
I don’t like ’em, snipe ’em
I’m still fightin’ myself, yeah
All alone, I wasn’t so strong, how I put on, I needed help
I wasn’t sittin’ fightin’ a hundred men, it was myself
Got ninety-nine problems, tryna get a hundred men killed
Fuckin’ up my foundation, focus on handlin’ the death
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
Not a hundred men, just myself, yeah
Fightin’, fightin’, and fightin’
Fight for my life, I’m tryin’
I’m still fightin’ myself, yeah
Fightin’ with myself, uh
Fightin’ with myself, uh
Fightin’ with myself, yeah
Still fightin’ with my
Still fightin’ with my
Still fightin’ with myself, yeah