Lyrics:
only fucking with my family
And I don't mean incest
If I'm poppin' tags, they're poppin' tags
Too many man wanna beg friend
Talk about wah gwan fam
No, my brother, you've got to buy your own
Yeah
Yeah, woo
Yo, it's like the box sets
Star Wars, Fast and Furious franchises
Six projects, six
baby yesterday
Ain't nobody been to see me yet but I ain't gonna worry
Man ya out there ballin' main can you drop a twenty upinmy commissary
My family
you drop a twenty up in my commisary
Uhh, my family thinks that I'm a thug homie
When you see my momma man give her a hug for me
And tell her
One
dress and call your family
It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity
(Verse Two)
I was born with a chip on my shoulder
Now that I'm older, momma's
There are pictures on the piano,
Pictures of the family,
Mostly my kids but there's an old
Picture of you and me.
You were five and I was six
In
to Get retarded on a boom box frame (frame!)
When all the funny little games are dead (dead!)
Rush said he didn't like the name (name!)
Try to tell
the Mack hit ya
You can't box my squad, our left jabs quicka
Then any bitch nigga that tries to come against us
All my sistas I promise to make it part of my
a dumb bitch
My nigga its either u bout it or not
Wen i was a kid had my hand on a glock
It was in the closet where there was a box
Open up the box nd
nothing else is on the line
Except for spine
Yeah
Stand up and grind
Like a pre-roll
And pass around
Like people on family feud
Yeah
This dude is tellin you
Well I've grown apart from my family
Moved away from my hometown, left my whole life behind it and
Same with my buddies
I ain't getting called back cause
sites, and hit The Hytlab so i can put in overtime (What up bro?)
This is plan a, fuck a plan b
Unless it's the one to prevent a family, that i can't feed
Crumbling
Say the word I'll be there in a minute
Black mask black car tinted
Black 40 with the vision
And a box of black bullets for every black eye here in
up and chokes your joke
We hot box our tracks with just one toke
Fire in the box, pillage sonic hopes
Tired, but we're sickly, plagued with gold
I
finna let it pop
Cause these opps wanna see my family put me in a box
Lay me in the ground, let a nigga rot
Heart is so cold but the barrel hot
How we
like Diddy last night
I'm sure girl fell in love with me last night
Uh oh
Lately I done had only green lights
Devil wanna box but he wont get clean fight
blindside
I tried show you the truth
Made me split up your crew while I fuck on your boo
I took the family to Nobu
Told em one day Imma get it
We standing
of the drugs
So many families torn up
The one hooked is shunned
Mind and body corrupt
They livin life numb
Thought process twisted, addicted and afflicted
and your family so finicky
Hot boy I’m back on the pen again
Gave you a pass for a year at least
Now I’m revoking your privileges
I was a savage before I got
was crippled still be crippin ain't no cap We handy
Still like a tv with no box I'm with static
Until they lay me in a box a nigga savage
Ain't have no
with a degree, then I met Jesse
Flying out my family, 2 bands every week blessing
This what i did
So I blew some cash, on a silly hat, I always walked so
some titties and a butt
Like candy
Pussy frolic
That shit dandy
Gotta tool box yea
Call me handy Manny
Gotta big nose Billy
Make me mad I'm Mandy
suns get yo funds have some fun kiss yo son
Yeah i already know wassup
Family what you focus on
The money never do you wrong
Ain't no need to lead em
either end up in a box or cell
Hoping people write you letters
Put some money up on ya bail
Then you find out that ya homies phony as hell
All they can
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