HANDLING THE DEATH Lyrics – Kodak Black

Read the full Handling The Death lyrics by Kodak Black and Reese Youngn from the album Kodak The Blessing along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

[Intro: Reese Youngn]
Gotta pay attention
When you really out here doing s*it
Can’t even go to your old lady or your mama house
You don’t want them to become the target
Motherfu*ker might shoot that s*it up before you even leave
It’s real
This s*it get deeper than concrete when that bail getting spilled everywhere
You gotta pay attention to who you around
All your motherfu*king actions could cause a reaction and your situation could hurt your family
Uh

[Chorus: Reese Youngn]
Should’ve did you right, but I really couldn’t help it
I wasn’t sitting fighting a hundred men, it was myself
Fu*king up the paper and you couldn’t tell it was left
Fu*king up my foundation, focus on handling the death
I was fighting with myself
I was fighting with myself, oh
I was fighting with myself, oh
Sorry, baby, I was fighting with myself

[Verse 1: Reese Youngn]
Know you want that wig, but that’s my last and this what’s left
Before I tell you that s*it, 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 stressing ’bout what’s next, uh
You hit my phone a million times, I left and you get extra
You left while I was doing time, I came home, now I grabbed you up
Seem like the money only thing that get you wet as fu*k for me
Tell me one time I was bleeding, had you bandaged up
Can’t give you all my love ’cause you might up and fu*k on me
And I think of people dead when I’m really mad as fu*k
I gave her all my trust, she went and snuck a nut on me
Send ’em to the other room, n!gga, I’m leaded up

[Chorus: Reese Youngn]

Should’ve did you right, but I really couldn’t help
I wasn’t sitting fighting a hundred men, it was myself
Fu*king up the paper and he couldn’t tell it was left
Fu*king up my foundation, focus on handling the death

[Refrain: Reese Youngn]
Fighting, fighting and fighting
Fighting, fighting and fighting
Not a hundred men, just myself, yeah
Fighting, fighting and fighting
Fight for my life, I’m trying
I’m still fighting myself, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Reese Youngn]
Fighting with myself, uh
Fighting with myself, uh
Fighting with myself, yeah
Still fighting with my
Still fighting with my
Still fighting with myself, yeah

[Verse 2: Reese Youngn]
Strictly gripping my thing if this s*it don’t get changed
Domestic violence case on me, the victim my brain
I’m popping depression, yeah, I’m sipping on pain, ooh
And we rolling up deep, bodies like what’s-is-his-name, oh
Who gon’ be there? Who gon’ be there?
When my ashes everywhere, my d!ck in the grave
N!gga be gripping on God from gripping 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 n!gga told, he done went into the grave
Hurt me when that b!tch rolled, knew her lil’ n!gga done changed
Don’t stick my neck out, but I got my head in the game

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Reese Youngn]
Got ninety-nine problems, tryna get a hundred men killed
I wasn’t sitting fighting a hundred men, it was myself
All alone, I wasn’t so strong, how I put on, I needed help
Fu*king up my foundation, focus on handling the death

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Business on my debt and envy on my chest, I handled it well
These n!ggas and b!tches, 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, dealing with all this stingy s*it, b!tch, 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 n!gga on his feet, when it came to me, couldn’t even get a hand
Dumb n!gga thumb, can’t do nothing, n!gga, 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 n!gga 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 doing when I go
It’s too much going 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

[Refrain: Reese Youngn & Kodak Black]
Fighting, fighting and fighting
I don’t like ’em, snipe ’em
Not a hundred men, just myself, yeah
Fighting, fighting and fighting
I don’t like ’em, snipe ’em
I’m still fighting myself, yeah

[Chorus: Kodak Black & Reese Youngn]
All alone, I wasn’t so strong, how I put on, I needed help
I wasn’t sitting fighting a hundred men, it was myself
Got ninety-nine problems, tryna get a hundred men killed
Fu*king up my foundation, focus on handling the death

[Refrain: Reese Youngn]
Fighting, fighting and fighting
Fighting, fighting and fighting
Not a hundred men, just myself, yeah
Fighting, fighting and fighting
Fight for my life, I’m trying
I’m still fighting myself, yeah

[Post-Chorus: Reese Youngn]
Fighting with myself, uh
Fighting with myself, uh
Fighting with myself, yeah
Still fighting with my
Still fighting with my
Still fighting with myself, yeah