Verse 1:
Okay
Long days turn to long nights. Don’t forget what that feeling do
Chasing fortune way after realness, Mostly them and just a little you
Fix ya face
You wanna make a difference
Tryna do what these n***as do
Used to scribble all through the classes, Now they teaching me in the school
Now they want a free interview
I ain’t tripping, I might oblige
Dirty socks and my five alive
Still attached to my prior grind
Still believing my story simple. I can see em all trace the lines
Quick to stick my head out the window. Ain't no stars in my sky
Somebody get a handlе on him
It ain’t cool
It ain’t fly. We on truth
We ain’t lie
Hе don’t shake, He ain’t cry
Somebody get a handle on him
Hit on 2, Relay 5
We on truth. We ain’t lie
We know you. We them guys
Chorus:
Somebody get a handle on him
Out of hand, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of work, Out of prime, Out of time
Somebody get a handle on him
Out of hand, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of work, Out of prime, Out of time
Somebody get a handle on him
Out of hand, That’s the plan
Redesign
Read demand, Resupply
Read ya mind
Somebody get a handle on him
Pree the scene, Pree the crime, Pree the signs, Pre decide, Who gon live, Who gon die
Verse 2:
Never been my decision
From the jump
Been quite persistent
Hit the road with a slice of vision. Came back with a slight addiction
Dem ones
They require assistance
That’s truth of highest order
Ain't looked through a message lately, Don’t know if I might support ya
My bad if I missed ya efforts
Words of kindness and persistent check ins
Burned the side of me that twisted reckless, Passing moments into instant records
Mind control is what I’m reading daily, Think I might be just a bit dyslexic
Words is dancing on the page of promise

Run my fingers on a gifted necklace
Run the pencil on the dotted line. I could fall behind
If I sell my mind
What do I get back from it?
Every day I take the harder way
To try to make a penny and to find the magic. It’s kinda tragic
When I’m out of Diesel
Words of passion tend to get retracted
Split the focus tryna feed the family, Truth be told
Man it’s a bit distracting
Built the base on keeping shit one hundred, No regrets on what I did for traction
No regrets in how I look today or how I look tomorrow. Must be different if your juice is borrowed
Truth and pain are tough pills to swallow
Break facades
They fall back and wallow
Still committed to route I started
Must be different if your heart is hollow
Must be different if you lied to start with
Must be different in the darkest corners
Must be different with no shit to light it
Must be different if you make an image but you never fit it, And they all delighted
Must be different if you shit the bed
Tryna get ahead
And gotta lie beside it
Pree the split between the now and later
Only one can come back from bottom
Every one can bang any moment
Only one can come back and follow
Seen the former take sips of greatness, Seen the latter take back the bottle
Hit the meeting with a hand grenade. “How you handle pain?”
Pull the pin and drop it
Chorus:
Somebody get a handle on him
Out of hand, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of work, Out of prime, Out of time
Somebody get a handle on him
Out of hand, Out of sight, Out of mind, Out of work, Out of prime, Out of time
Somebody get a handle on him
Out of hand, That’s the plan

Redesign, Read demand, Resupply
Read ya mind
Somebody get a handle on him
Pree the scene, Pree the crime, Pree the signs, Pre decide, Who gon live, Who gon die