Lyrics:
flies outta ya mouth
Or I'ma hijack a plane and fly it into your house
Burn your apartment with your family tied to the couch
And slit your throat, so
everybody get further
confine me till, to the box and I'ma still get heard of
Stayin assertive, if hoes in a choke hold is how I gotta go
het em wit a right
missin' sister lichen
Them sons of bitches that be crossing me up
The devil's calling me up to blow their family up
So west up, I'm unexpekted like a heart
I got back
Like a drugie hooked on crack
You wanted to be like me
But failed you got nailed
Inside of a box like Jack
So where you at
With worms
in the rapture of love'
A whole family that's been bought by the blood
And a new mindset is what God gives them
Brand new rules and new tools for
dog is in the house
Fuck that muthafuckin bullshit
my father abandoned me, my mother couldn't handle me
That's why I made ill mater of my family
Nigga
Gotta roll from the way I rock
Can't afford to hand out
Freebies you overshot
Bars got more value than
You Wall Street stock
"I'm part of the Family
We black market petroleum
Families frantic for famine
Is controlling them
Store nation harvest here's??? Smithsonium
From soap box speakers
Barney Fife
Philosophy of Aristotle given by the father
Your family is cryin' and they
Mourn you like it's faja
I put a dot on your
Fuckin' head like
Menery's
Breakin' down these plays in
A vulgar fashion, you tryna box?
Shit, you ain't gotta wait for
No lull in action, i come relax him
Body drop, your
Family Matters)
So many money, bring so many options
Ridin' in a horse
I might catch me a Charlie
Big Ya' king of the hill, ho
I feel like Bobby
Got this
shit (gang, gang, gang)
And I'm tryna pack me a OY, I still be searchin' for Jiggys (OY-O what?)
Family first, so we see the Flockas (like, what?)
christmas everyday
Navidad, navidad
Ooo it should be christmas everyday
When you're looking through the windows
You see familys in harmony
But it is sad
match box
I don't gotta say shit that money cash talk
9, 7, 8
Cameras in my face
Golden boy 3's
You never shoot at ace
I got my genesis, ain't
abashana bam'khumul' ikhanda
Yeah
Whuu what a tragedy, Yimpilo yomphando
Not on the family mas'ncwabisane
Some of the homies end up in a hearse
Most
what them say (hahaha)
(Still bree-) Still breezing through on Moston Lane
Rollie cost a box of 'caine, me and you are not the same
Yeah, need that
to be a soldier
Fought to keep this nation free
I used to be a father
I raised a family
I used to be a surgeon
Healed people with my hands
I used to be
guys might kill him I’m conflicted by religion
I’m no tough guy but tough guys love a nigga
They might untuck and pop for a box of liquor
They
to having a big reputation
Violated by his own family
He's got no problem with violation
Using a weapon brings fear
And fear just means you don't need
girl's preaching she ain't a hoe, we know better
Hoe's, calling other hoe's hoe, hoe, you're no better
Dat boy said he could get me a box of cheese
He
on a campfire under the bridge
Shelter line stretching 'round the corner
Welcome to the new world order
Families sleeping in the cars in the southwest
No
like YSL, I'm in a big truck so you can hear me coming
By myself, I'mma tell you something
If you not my family, I don't owe you nothing
Off a bit I
Yo, I don't wanna hear no chat 'bout bro
Manna not family, man are not show
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
So best mind what you say 'pon tracks
up
Now I'm fresh out the box and got rich as fuck
Pockets all got a knot, bought the Lamb' off the lot
Might fuck around and go buy the Bentley
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