[Intro Scratches: Henry Draw]

Hand me down

[Verse 1: Henry Draw]

Hand me down whip, I don't care if it’s trash

Tryna stay safe, gotta buckle up the sash

Afraid whenever foot is on the gas that I'll crash

A toe tag on the pedal, I see 60 on the dash

Got 50 of the cash for fast food and some gas

I'm tryna focus while my friends are tokin’ in the back

The lights that's on the other side gon' blind me in the flash

Itchin' to get out the driver's seat like boy just got a rash

That's the adjective on how I would describe most my decisions

The doctor said I needed glasses, he don't see the vision

I tеll my story, make myself look bettеr with elision

If it's blasted on the speakers, no reason for television

To process thoughts and feelings, need to see them written out

Potential that we got is keepin’ me driven about

Get almost no sleep then collision on the couch

And dream about the days when I need a bigger pouch

[Instrumental Bridge]

[Chorus: Zach Vaz]

Go run in blind before they take it from you, you

Usurp my throne and lock me into the tomb, tomb

[Verse 2: LUKAZ]

Fuckin’ bastards, I never had a masters

Past lives always tryna figure out my password

Why you gotta be so low? Where your fuckin' standards?

Niggas always saying I’m so toxic, I'm a hazard

Got me talking backwards, no wonder they be mad first

My words, they be stuck on me, I keep that shit plastered

Y'all can't find the answers, need to fix your grammar

Talk a lot of shit but on the real you just a capper

[Verse 3: Young Kippur]

Tough dude, got him in his feelings like a therapist

Paranoia from marijuana cloudin’ all his arrogance

Feelin' like they been starin, I'm peelin' out, it's apparent

I'm sealin' up all the cans and I'm sellin' it to your parents

Yeah, it's Young Kip, flippin' packs, go back home, rippin' tracks

I ain't fuck with this and that, y'all busy but your vision's wack

Check, one, two, I come in and double tapped ‘em

I been really sayin' that you'd have to be a fool to just ignore the goat

Lil' thottie asked me what's my horoscope?

A gemini, tellin' the future, oracle

Balance ain't metaphorical

Two sides like who rides, who don't, I don't need critics who never blew smoke

I see me flying to Bali and coppin' Saint Laurent

I stack my dollars, repeat it, and then I lay it on

When I get bored, I sip Henny and then I make a song

Probably leave your head way behind if I know you ain't been on

[Chorus: Zach Vaz]

Go run in blind before they take it from you, you

Usurp my throne and lock me into the tomb, tomb