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