Hang Ups

[Produced by Andrew Lloyd and Young Fyre] [Intro] Ladies & Gentlemen these are my hang ups Let me explain [Verse 1] It’s kinda hard not to be a dick But y’all these pussies round here they looking for the shit And by God they found ‘em burried under the ground Thinking ’bout what he has done thinking If he keep doing it one day the money will come One of his sons can get it done if he wanna become That son of a gun that leave ‘em home when he wanna get drunk Then he come back and slum back on that hole that he bring And you can use shit but drop your head in fucking disgust This underdog shit has to stop ‘Cause if they had an ounce of respect a half a cup You fucking admit that every song that I smashed you then dropped And you’re carrer would’ve been done bitch like it or not I came to take my crown back it’s about time So you about facing I’ll be about mine Every nigga that shined on me has been outshined I’m ripping new assholes and snatching out spines [Verse 2] It’s kinda hard not to be a bitch when everybody tryin’ to fuck you Then use you when they need you then do their best to duck you But since nobody called or answer emails Tell ‘em to kiss my ass and spare me the fucking details ‘Cause ain’t no such thing as the best next thing Unless you talking about how this is better than 3 rings And niggas catching on like damn he ain’t wrong These niggas is getting Grammy’s from makin T pain songs Yeahhhh, and you can blame it on that And if you got something to say then you can lay it on wax ‘Cause I ain’t disrespecting I’m just pissed off a lil bit I put in all the work and you gettin’ all the attention And when they do their speeches T-Pain they never mention That’s how niggas automatically get on my shit list So in conclusion I’m actually a nice dude And to my real fans excuse my shitty attitude [Verse 3] It’s kinda hard to please everybody And keep yourself happy and your kids asking We ain’t got no money left daddy? And you say yeah, but it fell into the wrong hands That’s some hard shit to say when you a grown man But I’ma get it motherfuck excuses Plus these niggas thought they finally got T-Pain to chuck the deuces Here they walk into my studio and play their fucking music I play what I been doin’ they tell me it’s fucking stupid Then they leave and tell their security I’m fucking losing And all them young fire beats was too fucking confusing They can’t keep up with me I’m classified as a nuisance And next time that I see them they say they got new and newer shit But they sound just like the shit I showed them the first time With way less music and way worse rhyme So this my farewall I’m sorry for the fallout I’m cutting my phone off I bet you niggas call now