Hangin

Hanging, mobbing, posted up, chillin

Man life ain't no fairytale you better learn that very well

If you go to jail it's no calls on the celly-cell

Before me, there was a rapper named Melly mel

After him, it was a rapper named Elly L

My nigga doing 8 years with no baily bail

He won't get to see his daughter till she barely twelve

Cold game, I be pricing them gold rings

I went in for a charm and came back with the whole thing

No games call me by my codename

Clayton Crenshaw then re-runs of soul train

Propane, chop hoes like lo mein

I know some cute thick white girls in Spokane

Hanging, mobbing, posted up, chillin

Dranking, robbing, smoking, or killin

Banging, squabbing, most of 'em children

That's five little niggas in the front of every building

Muthafucka I be hanging, mobbin

Fingers twisted gang banging, robbin

Stick up at the gas station or two elevens at the liquor store

Ask them Popo bout that gangsta Gibbs bet them niggas know

Serving dope at dope man nights uh

Never trust a bitch that's why I fuck with the lights on

Tryna justify the way I live but it's quite wrong

Headed for the clink, won't sleep a wink 'til this white gone

Swishers to the face in Granny's basement that's the chill spot

Bought a pound from Ray on thirty three now that's the kill spot

So I say we mass up on niggas and go take it all

Got me shaking yay around my way cause that's the way we ball

Serving is a ritual, drug scale digital

Niggas shot the Chevy up and missed me but my homie off in critical

So I guess these niggas get wet cause I ain't finished

I go out to be a straight up menace and I be hanging