You Ain't Gang

Hey
 Why they hatin' on a youngin'?
 Said why they hatin' on a youngin'?
 Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 Nigga you can't hang, you can't hang, hang
 You can't, you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 Bitch I'm an OG, but I'm quick to pull it like a youngin'
 In my pockets, all hundreds, run up on me, bitch I'm drummin'
 I was thuggin' on the corner with my niggas, came from nothin'
 Fuck these bitches, I don't trust 'em, I'm a dog, fuck her cousin
 They like, "Goddamn Bibby why you still on that block shit?"
 Get you shot quick 'round them niggas I don't rock with
 I seen niggas turned Christian when they feel that hot shit
 Thought you was a savage, now you on that Lord watch shit
 Give a fuck 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
 Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 Nigga 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
 Niggas get in jam, start tellin' on their blood brother
 Need the type of homies like Edai, do a dub for you
 Niggas 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 shit
 Fuck these old niggas, they can't tell me 'bout no street shit
 Love the ones you starve with, them the ones you eat with
 I don't trust these bitches, only Nina who I sleep with
 Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 Nigga 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 shit with all them guns, boy. Lord knows you got a license for every one of them bitches. Stop flexin', boy. You ain't tryna catch nothin'. Ayy, ayy
 All these niggas '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 nigga play with me, he gon' have to meet his god
 And I'm still ridin' through the hood, grippin' on the steel
 Give a fuck 'bout how you feel, they know why I kept it hard
 Fuck the police and the serge'
 If they ask me 'bout a murder, 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
 Nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 You can't hang, nigga you can't hang, you ain't gang, gang
 Nigga 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, nigga, nigga, you ain't gang
 You can't hang, hang
 You already know, man
 Boss gang shit
 Gang