Hangin' - Tut

Lord, came back on them drugs

I swear that there ain’t no convincing him

Jerry, you his cousin, when you see him talk some sense in him

He did so much wrong I swear that there ain’t no convicting him

Supposed to pick up the picture of a saint, but that shit fake

I swear that I’mma catch a stroke before I trip about a bitch again

My shaw hit my line, she thinks I’m skeezin' on this bitch again

Riding slow with no L’s while I’m ducking the law

The police out here catching bodies like a fucking trust fall

They say, «ain't your dad a preacher?

What you doing smoking reefer?

Hanging out with the thugs and G’s»

I could’ve been preacher, but I’m rapping

He said, «Nigga, while you at it

Tell me what could you for the fifteen?»

See, I’m just with my niggas, hangin'

Hangin' out with the thugs and G’s

I’ll be right here posted hanging

I’ll be right where I’m supposed to be

(All you do is smoke weed)

Smoke weed every day

Get high, get high, get high

(That's alright

Don’t worry about what the fuck I be doing)

Get high, get high

All I really got is a dollar and a dream

But I spend that dollar on Arizona tea

I f you got the from marijuana seeds

Maybe you can achieve bigger things in the league

I’m tryna ball like Kobe and make it out this trap

Ain’t tryna take no naps, ain’t tryna get no daps

Ain’t tryna be no friends that won’t buy no Benz

You grow and get your shit together

That’s why a nigga had to get his shit together

Now I’ve been begging on this rap shit

That’s why I feel like the shit took forever

I got dreams of loving, but selling Molly ain’t the way

You know just a summer ago I had Porsche for me each day

Damn, what an asshole, but I still got the gas though

Sold my first pack with Lando, we were too much to handle

Keep the Pac-Man like Pac-Man Johnson

Pack my johnson off of your bitch and I do it so slick

And then I change my life