Family Matters

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

Mm, mm, yeah

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, 29 for the thot

Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG

I was really, really tryna keep it PG

If you had a set, they'd give your ass a DP

But you 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 a set out there is CB

And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me

You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea

Can't be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read

I mean, it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP

Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze

Out here beggin' for attention, nigga, say please

Always rappin' like you 'bout to get the slaves freed

You just actin' like an activist, it's make-believe

Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees

Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?

I been with Black and white, and everything that's in between

You the Black messiah wifin' 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 y'all late teens

Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say cheese"?

We could've left the kids out of 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 your life, you tryna make peace

I heard that one of 'em 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 makin' plenty fuckin' sense to me

Ay, let that shorty breathe

Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees

Hands on your knees, hands on your knees

Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free

Yuh, yeah

Well, not that kind of free, I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave

Your man a lil' K, we call that shit a mini Drac'

He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' 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 reachin' for my waist

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag, 29 for the thot

Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it-

Yeah

Let's stop playin' around and take this shit serious, man

Niggas is a joke, I take it serious, though

Yeah, look

If Drake shooters doin' TikToks, nigga

Realest shooter in your gang

That's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit shot, nigga

I can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto

Save it for a hip-hop nigga, you don't even be at home, dog

You a souvenir out-the-gift-shop, nigga

Still mad about that one ho

We ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her

I get active when it's wartime

I ain't even really let my dick drop, nigga

What the fuck I heard Rick drop, nigga?

Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job, nigga

Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy

And doctor never told y'all niggas

Put a nigga in the bars, let a nigga rot

Kind of like your old job, nigga

House sittin' on some land

But it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas

Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em

Just to give a blowjob, nigga

Must've snorted up a snowball

'Cause my last record deal was 400 M's

These days, that's a low ball, nigga

Ay

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 y'all niggas

good kid, m.A.A.d city van

We'll pop the latch and make the door slide

Tears runnin' down my cheek

Laughin' at you pussies dyin', it's a war cry

Weeknd music gettin' played in all the spots

Where boys got a little more pride

That's why all your friends dippin' to Atlanta

Payin' just to find a tour guide

Abel, run your fuckin' bread

Need to buy some more chains for some more guys

Let me 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 lil'

Punk sissy from the Northside

Rakim talkin' shit again

Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first

Nigga, do the math, who I was hittin' then?

I ain't even know you rapped still

'Cause they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again

Probably gotta have a kid again

'Fore you think of droppin' any shit again

Even when you do drop, they gon' say

You should've modeled 'cause it's mid again

Smokin' Fenty 'bout it

Should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in

Ask Fring if this a good idea

The next time you cuddled in that bed again

She'll even tell you, "Leave the boy alone

'Fore you 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 fuckin' lame

So I know he had to be an influence

These niggas had a plan and they finally

Found a way to rope you into it

Two separate albums dissin'

I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it

Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows

Almost had to swim to it

K.Dot shit is only hittin' hard when

Baby Keem put his pen to it

Ross callin' me the white boy

And the shit kind of got a ring to it

'Cause all these rappers wavin' white flags

While the whole fuckin' club sing to it

Murder scene on your man tonight

Then come to the vigil with the candlelight

Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick

Readin' my Miranda rights

I'm goin' on vacation now, I hope next time

Y'all plan it right

'Cause you gotta pay for sayin' my name

Guess now niggas understand the price, nigga, what? (6ix)

Ay, 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 losin' 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 chargin'

You double for nothin'

They shook about what I'ma say

But textin' your phone like, "We already won"

You tell me what I shouldn't say

But fuck it, my nigga, it's already done

We already know it's a twenty-v-one

We already know why you went number one

It's clearly because of The Boy

The honorable thing is to give me the loot

You right about "Fuck the big three"

It's only Big D, and there's video proof

Our 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 that you Bishop in Juice

When you put your hands on your girl

Is it self-defense 'cause she bigger than you?

Your back is up against the curb

You diggin' for dirt, should be diggin' for proof

Why did you move to New York?

Is it 'cause you livin' that bachelor life?

Proposed in 2015

But don't wanna make her your actual wife

I'm guessin' this wedding ain't happenin', right?

'Cause we know the girls that you actually like

Your darkest secrets are comin' to light

It's all on your face, like what happened to Mike

Oh, shit, it's all makin' sense

Maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike

Michael was prayin' 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 your brother Jermaine

But you wanted him to stay out of the light

Oh, shit, just follow me, right?

'Cause nothin' you sayin' 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?

You're dead

You're dead, you're dead

There's nowhere to hide, there's nowhere to hide

You know what I mean

They hired a crisis management team

To clean up the fact that you beat on your queen

The picture you painted ain't what it seem

You're dead