T-Pain - Hang Ups lyrics

[Verse 1:] It's kinda hard not to be a dick But y'all these pussies round here they looking for the sh** 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** but drop your head a f** in the scums This underdog sh** has to stop 'Cause if they had an ounce of respect a half a cup You f**ing admit that every song that I smashed you then dropped And you're carrer would've been done b**h 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***a that shined on me has been outshined I'm ripping new a**holes and snatching out spines [Verse 2:] It's kinda hard not to be a b**h when everybody tryin' to f** 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 a** and spare me the f**ing 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***as catching on like damn he ain't wrong These n***as is getting Grammy's from their gitty pain songs 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 pissed 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***as automatically get on my sh** list So in conclusion I'm actually a nice dude And to my real fans excuse my sh**ty 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** to say when you a grown man But I'm a get it motherf** excuses Plus these n***as thought they finally got T-Pain to chuck the deuces Here they walk into my studio and play their f**ing music I play what I been doin' they tell me it's f**ing stupid Then they leave and tell their security I'm f**ing losing And all them young fire beats was too f**ing confusing They can't keep up with me I'm cla**ified as a nuisance And next time that I see them they say they got new and newer sh** But they sound just like the sh** 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***as call now