Hang Ups lyrics

by

Travie McCoy


[Produced by Andrew Lloyd and Young Fyre]

[Intro]
Ladies & Gentlemen these are my hang ups
Let me explain

[Verse 1]
It’s kinda hard not to be a di*k
But y’all these pussies round here they looking for the sh*t
And by God they found ‘em burried under the ground
Thinking ’bout what he has done thinking
If he keep doing it one day the money will come
One of his sons can get it done if he wanna become
That son of a gun that leave ‘em home when he wanna get drunk
Then he come back and slum back on that hole that he bring
And you can use sh*t but drop your head in f*cking disgust
This underdog sh*t has to stop
‘Cause if they had an ounce of respect a half a cup
You f*cking admit that every song that I smashed you then dropped
And you’re carrer would’ve been done b*tch like it or not
I came to take my crown back it’s about time
So you about facing I’ll be about mine
Every n*gga that shined on me has been outshined
I’m ripping new as*h*les and snatching out spines

[Verse 2]
It’s kinda hard not to be a b*tch when everybody tryin’ to f*ck you
Then use you when they need you then do their best to duck you
But since nobody called or answer emails
Tell ‘em to kiss my ass and spare me the f*cking details
‘Cause ain’t no such thing as the best next thing
Unless you talking about how this is better than 3 rings
And n*ggas catching on like damn he ain’t wrong
These n*ggas is getting Grammy’s from makin T pain songs
Yeahhhh, and you can blame it on that
And if you got something to say then you can lay it on wax
‘Cause I ain’t disrespecting I’m just p*ssed off a lil bit
I put in all the work and you gettin’ all the attention
And when they do their speeches T-Pain they never mention
That’s how n*ggas automatically get on my sh*t list
So in conclusion I’m actually a nice dude
And to my real fans excuse my sh*tty attitude
[Verse 3]
It’s kinda hard to please everybody
And keep yourself happy and your kids asking
We ain’t got no money left daddy?
And you say yeah, but it fell into the wrong hands
That’s some hard sh*t to say when you a grown man
But I’ma get it motherf*ck excuses
Plus these n*ggas thought they finally got T-Pain to chuck the deuces
Here they walk into my studio and play their f*cking music
I play what I been doin’ they tell me it’s f*cking stupid
Then they leave and tell their security I’m f*cking losing
And all them young fire beats was too f*cking confusing
They can’t keep up with me I’m classified as a nuisance
And next time that I see them they say they got new and newer sh*t
But they sound just like the sh*t I showed them the first time
With way less music and way worse rhyme
So this my farewall I’m sorry for the fallout
I’m cutting my phone off I bet you n*ggas call now
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