Hangin'

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    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
    Folks done picked a picture of a saint, but that shit fake
    I swear that I'ma 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 a fifteen?
    See, I'm just with my niggas, hangin'
    Hangin' out with the thugs and G's
    I'll be right here posted hangin'
    I'll be right where I'm supposed to be

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    (All you do is smoke weed)
    Smoke weed every day
    Get high, get high, get high
    Get high, get high

    All I really got is a dollar and a dream
    But I spend that dollar on AriZona tea
    If you got the faith 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

    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 a fifteen?
    See, I'm just with my niggas, hangin'
    Hangin' out with the thugs and G's
    I'll be right here posted hangin'
    I'll be right where I'm supposed to be

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    Composición: Kevin Lebron Adams

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