Song parody of
Family Trolls
by Kaza Kid
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Uh uh
Uhh yuhh
Yuhh
Ok
Don't got too many haters on me yet
But I got family members
Who still wouldn't mind to see me dead
They send me curses through the mail
I give a rats ass for their meal
They see me chasing for d mill
Despite what shows its horns to kill
See I'm the predator
Praying for every single prey from here to Singapore
I got angels all around
Bon chance to all competitors
Cup of wrath is tilting hope it never pour
And if it ever did
I pray to God they don't get written off
Like taxes I should hate em all (yeah)
But faith in God still keep me whole
And every time I say a prayer
Demons wanna get provoked
They come with diff types of holds
Hope this younger brother choke
Pree the hoax (mph)
Family 'sposed to bring a yungen hope
But its harder when the fam you know and love
Still got heart, plated of gold
Where the real ones go
Love your neighbours as yourself
Well Jesus tell em
Cause I had it up to here with these trolls
It still kinda hurts
Yeah you did me wrong
But its love
Ok
Blade to throat with the trolling now
Grown niggas turn to hoeing now
Say they coming for my neck
I'm flipping the tables on em Randy Orton style
Blessed with brothers who gon' hold it down
Don't take kindly if u messing round
I know a brother
Bust your window and leave you shook
Hands be shaking like drug abuse
Pray for momma what she going thru
Her own blood couldn't stay true
None but chaos what can I do
Figure Ill turn that jazz to a haiku
Bun the hype keep my heart true
Leave it bleeding if I got too
Said what I said and Its final
And keep that on record no vinyl
Like damn
You in touch still
Definitely not she kicked em out
For the road kill
Now she blow the phone like 419
Not the first drill
Send em for the hills burn it before
For the same thrill (uh)
Said its all real
I'm way low on trust
Only got it for God
Turn my haters to dust
Give a damn bout the sod
Said I'm way low on trust
Only got it for God
Turn my haters to dust
Give a damn damn damn (yeah)
It still kinda hurts
Yeah you did me wrong
But its love
Uh uh
Uhh yuhh
Yuhh
Ok
Don't got too many haters on me yet
But I got family members
Who still wouldn't mind to see me dead
They send me curses through the mail
I give a rats ass for their meal
They see me chasing for d mill
Despite what shows its horns to kill
See I'm the predator
Praying for every single prey from here to Singapore
I got angels all around
Bon chance to all competitors
Cup of wrath is tilting hope it never pour
And if it ever did
I pray to God they don't get written off
Like taxes I should hate em all (yeah)
But faith in God still keep me whole
And every time I say a prayer
Demons wanna get provoked
They come with diff types of holds
Hope this younger brother choke
Pree the hoax (mph)
Family 'sposed to bring a yungen hope
But its harder when the fam you know and love
Still got heart, plated of gold
Where the real ones go
Love your neighbours as yourself
Well Jesus tell em
Cause I had it up to here with these trolls
It still kinda hurts
Yeah you did me wrong
But its love
Ok
Blade to throat with the trolling now
Grown niggas turn to hoeing now
Say they coming for my neck
I'm flipping the tables on em Randy Orton style
Blessed with brothers who gon' hold it down
Don't take kindly if u messing round
I know a brother
Bust your window and leave you shook
Hands be shaking like drug abuse
Pray for momma what she going thru
Her own blood couldn't stay true
None but chaos what can I do
Figure Ill turn that jazz to a haiku
Bun the hype keep my heart true
Leave it bleeding if I got too
Said what I said and Its final
And keep that on record no vinyl
Like damn
You in touch still
Definitely not she kicked em out
For the road kill
Now she blow the phone like 419
Not the first drill
Send em for the hills burn it before
For the same thrill (uh)
Said its all real
I'm way low on trust
Only got it for God
Turn my haters to dust
Give a damn bout the sod
Said I'm way low on trust
Only got it for God
Turn my haters to dust
Give a damn damn damn (yeah)
It still kinda hurts
Yeah you did me wrong
But its love
