Tut - Hangin' lyrics

[Verse 1] Lord, came back on them d** 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 sh** fake I swear that I'mma catch a stroke before I trip about a b**h again My shaw hit my line, she thinks I'm skeezin' on this b**h again Riding slow with no L's while I'm ducking the law The police out here catching bodies like a f**ing trust fall [Hook] 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, "n***a, while you at it Tell me what could you for the fifteen?" See, I'm just with my n***as, 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 [Interlude] (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 f** I be doing) Get high, get high [Verse 2] 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 sh** together That's why a n***a had to get his sh** together Now I've been begging on this rap sh** That's why I feel like the sh** 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 a**hole, 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 b**h and I do it so slick And then I change my life [Hook] [Outro]