Song Lyrics

Need to take these chains off
Sometimes, like, when I listen back to my old shit
It's like, sounds like it's, they add, like, a little melody
Yeah, innit?
(It sounds like it's a rain shaker)

Hands out, hands out
Ey'body got their hands out
Man 'bout what man say
I got my pants down, man wave
See my man slouched
We camped out like ten days
Ayo, yo, stay up on my damn couch
And make heat
Giving back-back to the damn house
And you can eat
So I'm grabbin' at them hands out
Them same hands
That been bagging up them grams out
For I don't know how long
They running with they hands out
Hands out
Ey'body got they hands out
Hands out
Yeah, man 'bout
Man 'bout what man say
But everybody got them hands out
Hands out

How you gonna look at me?
Saying that you shook of me, just 'cause you got hooked on me
Yeah, I rap, though, being an asshole
Ain't what I'm booked to be
I'm booked to read
Books that I wrote to a whole group of cats that cook for me
And the homegirls look for me, it ain't much for me
Back since apostrophe
See, I know
He came through with the wild flow
Anytime that he talk to me
You sour by the change and I brought the heat
For an hour and change, I talk for free
And now you wanna talk 'bout me? Talk is cheap
Motherfuckers can't walk with me
Saying that I don't get back on my cats
[?] know that they 'bout to eat
I got cats on my couch asleep, and if you doubt the G
All them cats gon' vouch for me
Vouch for me, they gon' vouch for me
I got cats that are 'bout that'll vouch for me
I don't wanna get, I just wanna give
I don't got the cheque, I just got the crib
I just do my best, I always did
Give it to the kid so he can give it to the kids

Hands out, hands out
Ey'body got they hands out, hands out
I'm grabbing at they hands out, hands out
Ey'body got they hands out, man 'bout what man say

Now they all got their hands out
But there's nuttin' I can do for you
Paving my own way, you niggas sitting around all day
That's the sort of the shit that you losers do
I put in that hard graft
I bet that's something that's new to you
See how I shine? Now watch a nigga try me
Man I chew him up, something like juicy fruit
Uh, nigga stuck to the streets, the money like superglue
From a cold place where these niggas never root for you
From I got me that spesh
I was putting in rep
All-black, silhouette
Bang it, make him do a pirouette, it's like

Hands out, hands out
Everybody got they hands out, hands out
I'm grabbing at they hands out, hands out
Everybody got they hands out, hands out
I'm grabbing at they hands out, hands out
Everybody got they hands out, man 'bout
What man say, they got they hands out, hands out
I be grabbing at they hands out
Man 'bout what man say

Yeah, it's just grown shit rapping, I know shit happens
I'm prone to action, I'm home, I'm lapping
I'm zoning, packing your dome

Leon Brice, Patrick G. Morales, Sammy Burgess

The duration of Hands Out is 3:22 minutes and seconds.