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Hey Why they hatin' on a youngin'?
Said why they hatin' on a youngin'?
***** you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, ***** you can't hang, you
ain't gang, gang ***** you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
***** I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin'
In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, ***** I'm drummin'
I was thuggin' on the corner with my ******, came from nothin'
**** these *******, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, **** her cousin
They like, "*** Bibby why you still on that block ****?"
Get you shot quick 'round them ****** I don't rock with
I seen ****** turned Christian when they feel that hot ****
Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch ****
Give a **** if you box well, I got hot shells Drop Ls, pull up back to back and give your
block hell Pistol whip your kids, I'm a demon, I'ma rot
in Hell Do the time, I will not tell like I'm Vondell
***** you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, ***** you can't hang, you
ain't gang, gang ***** you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
Mama always told me that the streets ain't got no love for you
****** get in jam, start tellin' on their blood brother
Need the type of homies like Edai, do a dub for you
****** stand around, they ain't workin', they just bloodsuckers
Love my lil' brother cause he always keep it real with me
If it fall down, he gon' be right there to build with me
Right back in the field with me, robber, he gon' kill with me
And we get into it every week, but he still with me
And I'm eatin' steak now, but I'm with that beef ****
**** these old ******, they can't tell me 'bout no street ****
Love the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat with
I don't trust these *******, only Nina who I sleep with
***** you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, ***** you can't hang, you
ain't gang, gang ***** you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
See you ridin' 'round flexin' and **** with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license
for every one of them *******. Stop flexin', boy. You ain't tryna catch nothin'. Ayy, ayy
All these ****** 'round car crackin', we just call that broad trappin'
I was in the field with my youngins, where it's all action
I just play my part, goin' hard for the squad If a ***** play with me, he gon' have to meet
his god And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin'
on the steel Give a **** 'bout how you feel, they know
why I kept it hard **** the police and the serge'
If they ask me 'bout a ***, I just tell 'em I was blind
Like my last name was Charles Talkin' way before hip-hop, pounds in a Ziploc
White Shawn and Marley doin' drills, got the strip hot
I was shootin' dice, tryna come up on a big knot
You was in the class crackin' jokes like you Chris Rock
***** you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang You can't hang, ***** you can't hang, you
ain't gang, gang ***** you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
You can't hang, *****, *****, you ain't gang You can't hang, hang
You already know, man Boss gang ****
Gang