No Handouts Pity

No handouts, no pity for the kid
I dey hustle every night, I no fit to quit
From the gutter to the light, man I came from the pit
Now dem wan reason me because the boy legit No handouts, I dey stand on my own
Even when nobody pick, I still answer my phone
Pain turn melody, now the streets sing along
I no wait for savior, I become one 
No handouts, no handouts
I dey grind till the sun down
Many people switch up when the funds out
But I still ten toes when the love drought No handouts, no favors
Still dey pray make God save us
Every loss turn blessings later
Now my enemies dey stream my flavor 
Back then dem dey laugh when I talk say I go blow
Now the same people dey ask “Teezkid how far bro?”
I remember cold nights, no food for the stove
Mama pray for miracle, tears full for her cloth I carry pain for chest like bulletproof vest
Every disappointment make the boy manifest
I no get helper, na hunger be my coach
Street made soldier, I no sabi approach Fake love plenty but I wise pass before
If e no be money, wetin dem dey call for?
I build my sound from trauma and pressure
Now every bar heavy like container 
No handouts, no pity for the kid
I dey hustle every night, I no fit to quit
From the gutter to the light, man I came from the pit
Now dem wan reason me because the boy legit 
I don see betrayal from my own bloodline
Still I keep my head up, I no fit decline
Every scar get story, every loss get sign
God dey write my journey with a perfect design I no dey envy man, I just mind my pace
Everybody get timing, no be same race
Some dey use connection, some dey use grace
Me I use pure hustle put food on my plate Tell dem I no lazy, I just dey strategic
Every move calculated, mindset too deep
If the world lock gate, I go climb the fence
Cause survival for the trenches no dey get defense 
No handouts, no handouts
Still dey rise when the lights out
Teezkid from the mud now we piped up
Real pain, real voice, never iced out.