Hang Wit Us

(Seems like all of the people that be hating us, are the same ones that come around to hang with us)

Seems like all of the people that be hating us, are the same ones that come around to hang with us
For real

That's why they hang with me
It's 'cause I keep it real
If I got money on me, and Prada shit is real
I keep my shit lowkey
With pops, that was the deal
Back then, I couldn't eat
Was fighting for the meals

But now, I'm making this shit
And we're fighting for mills
While they're killing their souls
Like, bro up in the hills
While they blackball the boy
But I still found my way
They said I wouldn't do it
Fucking did it still

(Seems like all of the people that be hating us, are the same ones that come around to hang with us)
(Seems like all of the people that be hating us, are the same ones that come around to hang with us)
(For real)



Credits
Writer(s): James Wenners
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