IN MY HANDS lyrics

[Intro: BLCKK & Lil Darkie]
Yokia
Ayy, yeah, ayy, yeah
Light the fire
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: BLCKK & ERIC NORTH]
Woke up, I feel like sh*t (Ah)
I just ashed a cigarette inside of my sink (Huh)
I got sh*t that's wrong with my brain, wanna quit
But at least I got some people I can b*tch about it with
I feel amazin', suck my f*ckin' di*k, quit complainin'
Think about the sh*t your brain is constantly containin'
You're the one who's constantly sustainin' all the f*ck sh*t
You dumb b*tch, I don't wanna talk about it, f*ck you

[Verse 2: stone deluxe]
c*ckroach in my breakfast, lost my f*cking necklace
Woke up to a mushroom in my hand, like, is that reckless?
Knees like tied in knots and sh*t, I'm walking, now I'm crawling quick
Die and live again and live again, like what's this extra sh*t?
Got one pair of shoes with me, two types of chain-smoking
Three ways to move, ripping four bowls that ain't working
Walk through the same city, liquor slipping off his f*cking chin
Like his brain hurting, I just want the world to f*cking spin
Walkie-talkie, I can barely even hear the sh*t you said
In my pocket, keep a rabbit's food, I'm chowing on its head
I want water, I want something keep me floating, keep him fed
I'm no martyr, I'm gon' keep this life, like, tight inside my hand
[Chorus: stone deluxe & Lil Darkie]
In my hand, walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my—

[Verse 3: BRUHMANEGOD]
You seem to love how we beat you the f*ck down
We need a dutch now
b*tch need to come 'round
Buried in mook smoke, I might consume folk
I'ma go and do the most, don't do no loopholes
Walk in the lane (Walk in the lane)
Pockets are fat (Pockets are fat)
Do you not understand? (Do you not understand?)
Rap for a bag (Rap for a bag)
Are you off of them Xans? (Are you off of them Xans?)
Destruction, a hundred, stop and relax (Stop and relax)
Consumption, abundant
You gon' make me lose my f*ckin' appetite (Yuh, yuh)
You not finna tell me what I have to write (Yuh, yuh)
I cannot fall into what you rappin' like (Yuh, yuh)
I can teach it, I'm a mastermind
Walkin' with a pipe in my pants
Rusty javelin and glass bowl, I pack
With a pack of some arachnids and we ride away
Gettin' busy, keepin' everythin' alive today
[Verse 4: Lil Darkie]
W-W-W-Why you lookin' sad? (Why?)
Why you not havin' fun with it?
We don't put it down 'til we're done with it
Oh, in the shade now, glow fo' sho on the way down
To ya, oh, you like it, do ya? Help em birth it like a doula
Put it to your head like you the ruler, I'ma fool ya, uh
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my cooler, uh
Walkin' with my eyes in my hands, I'm a shroomer, uh
Throw a spike of acid in the punch, it's just a rumor, uh
You a dyke, you bet your attitude is like a tumor, uh
I be workin' hard, b*tch, I ain't rushin' for it sooner, uh
Me and all my spiders flickin' lighters by the lunar, uh

[Chorus: Lil Darkie & All]
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands
Walkin' with my ice in my hands, in my hands