Family Matters Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Maybe in this song you shouldn't start by saying
Nigga I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad

[Chorus]
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
[Verse]
If you had a set, then get your ass a DP
Too civilian, gang in real life, you PC
You know who really bang a set, my nigga YG
You know who really bang a set, my nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang out a set out there is CB
Nigga, Cole losing sleep on this it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit is fakе tea
Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't rеad
I mean its true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro slimed a nigga for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention nigga say please
Always rapping like you bout to get the slaves free
You just acting like a activist it's make believe
But you won't even go into your hood and plant money trees
You say you hate the girls I f*ck but what ya really mean?
I been with black and white and everything that's in between
You the black messiah wifing up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some bobby shit I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in your late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him say cheese?
We coulda left the kids outta this, don't blame me
You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin, "save me"
You did her dirty all her life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty f*ckin' sense to me
Ayy, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass bitch
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free
Yeah, yeah
Well not that kind of free, I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a little K, we call that shit a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him, I was staring straight
These bars go over Kenny head, no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said, "Uh, uh"
Almost started reaching for my waist
[Chorus]

Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG

[Part II]

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, let me stop playing around, take this shit serious
You niggas is a joke, I'll take you serious though

[Verse]
If Drake shooters doing TikToks, nigga
Realest shooter in your gang thats P's brother, ya'll ain't getting shit shot
Nigga, can't listen to the stick talk in Falseto save it for a Hip-Hop nigga
Ya'll don't ever be at home, dawg you a souvenir out the gift shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho we ain't even f*ck I just lip lock with her
I get active when it's war time I ain't even really let my dick drop nigga
What the f*ck I heard Rick drop nigga
Talking something 'bout a nose job nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctors never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars let a nigga rot kind of like your old job
House sitting on some land but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours for you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
Cause my last record deal was 400M's these days that's a low ball, nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list?
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas need a shell from the clip
Always knew I had to smoke ya'll niggas
Good kid, m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears running down my cheek laughing at you pussies dying, it's a war cry
Weeknd music getting played in the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying to just find a tour guide
Abel run your f*cking bread need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Lemme find another street nigga I can take to the game, courtside Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper take the nigga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged out little punk sissy from the northside
Rakim talkin' shit again
Gassed cause you hit my BM first
Nigga do the math, who I was hitting then?
I ain't even know you rap still cause they only talking bout your fit again
Probably gotta a have kid again before you think of dropping any shit again
Even when you do drop they gon' say you should modeled cause it's mid again
Smoking Fenty bout they shoulda put you on the first one you tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea next time you cuddled in the bed again
She'll even tell ya leave the boy alone before ya get your head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a f*cking lame, so I know he had to be a influence'
These niggas had a plan and they finally found a way to rope their way into it
Two seperate albums dissing I just did a Kim to it nigga skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes dripping wet at the shows almost had to swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hitting hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross calling me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it
Cause all these rappers waiving white flags while the whole f*cking club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candle light
Body after f*cking body and you know Rick reading my Miranda Rights
I'm going on vacation now, hope next time ya'll planned it right
Cause you gotta pay for saying my name, guess now niggas understand the price
Nigga, what? (6ix)
[Part III]

Ayy
Kendrick just opened his mouth, someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your Uncle at? Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house
West Coast niggas do fades right, come get this ass whoopin, I'm handin' 'em out
You wanna take up for Pharrell, then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease and desist is for hoes, can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac Estate, and begged em to sue me and get that shit down
I'm losing perspective on beef, Boi-1da send beat, and I'll kill you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top, you Stunna and Wayne, like father like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be charging you double for none
They shook about what I'ma say, but texting your phone like we already won
You tell me what I shouldn't say, but f*ck it my nigga it's already done
We already know it's a 20 v 1, we already know why you went number 1
It's clearly because of The Boy, the honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about, "f*ck the Big 3", It's only Big D, and it's video proof
Ours sons should go play at the park, two light skin kids, that shit would be cute
Unless you don't want to be seen with anyone that isn't blacker than you
We get it, we got it
"The Blacker The Berry The Sweeter The Juice"
We get that you like to put gin in your juice, we get that you think your Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your girl, is it self defense 'cause she's bigger than you?
Your back is up against the curb, you digging for dirt, you should be digging for proof
Why did you move to New York? Is it cause your living that bachelor life?
Proposed in 2015, but don't wanna make her your actual wife
I'm guessing this wedding ain't happening, right?
Cause we know the girls that you actually like
Your darker secrets coming to light, it's all in your face like what happened to Mike
Oh shit, it's all making sense, maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was praying his features would change so people believe that he's actually white
Top would make you do features for change, get on pop records and rap for the whites
And wait, you say you brother Jermaine? But you wanted him to stay out of the light
Oh shit, just follow me right; 'cause nothing you saying could bother me right
I get off the plane and nothing has changed
I head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it right?
Ya dead, ya dead, ya dead
Theres no where to hide, there's no where to hide
You know I mean
They hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
The picture you painted, it ain't what it seems
Ya deadl

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