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Family Matters
by Perris Jones
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This is family time
This one for my sister
Yeah
This one for my moms
Another toast to the days under the poverty line
We'll make it real soon
Always on the grind
Angels staying in my space
They on the front lines
Enemies in the weeds
That's why I'm always packing
A hunnid thousand in the drain but I'm never lacking
This God made homie
I don't need ya status
Cause I'm me in real life
They just paid for acting
Nowadays I'm just praying
Missing all my cousins
Thanksgiving playing spades
It was like no other
Shoutout my aunties
Shoutout all my uncles
Them Mims genes run deep
I'm sitting back in coverage
Exes texting for the tea
They going undercover
Linking up wit frenemys
It's really got me puzzled
Why they wanna kill me
I'm Glad I peeped ya effort
Take a exit from my life and please get to stepping
I know this flow gotta few women second guessing
Maybe next time girl The breakup was a blessing
An ice box in my heart
But I'm glad I kept it
Air forces on my feet
You can never check me
I can't believe it pretty soon I'm turning dirty 30
The baby face disappeared
I feel like Stephen Curry
Straight cash from the bank
Don't you ever worry
I gotcha mama
Just believe and God will do it surely
I lost both my grandmas the past years
And niggas really tryna tell me how to life my life
Y'all niggas ain't family
911
I'm about to meet the maker
Coming back in three days
They call me son of David
Put me on the crosses
They put my losses
On ya cable
World Wide Entertainment
Like the undertaker
They can't get close to me
So they try to get adjacent
To people who think they know me
I can peep who all been faking
Smile in ya face
But they praying I don't make it
And when I call em out
Watch em try run for safety
You ain't Brian Dawkins
You a casual a regular
I deserve it all
And It's prolly why fraid of us
Know they talking down
I deserve to run the numbers up
I been grinding all my life
But You haters is just coming up
Niggas think it's sweet
It's not a game
This ain't double dutch
I just come through like Michael Jordan in the fucking clutch
If you gotta problem
I step to ya
Like
The fuck is up?
I can count on one hand the people that I prolly trust
And that's
Family
This is family time
This one for my sister
Yeah
This one for my moms
Another toast to the days under the poverty line
We'll make it real soon
Always on the grind
Angels staying in my space
They on the front lines
Enemies in the weeds
That's why I'm always packing
A hunnid thousand in the drain but I'm never lacking
This God made homie
I don't need ya status
Cause I'm me in real life
They just paid for acting
Nowadays I'm just praying
Missing all my cousins
Thanksgiving playing spades
It was like no other
Shoutout my aunties
Shoutout all my uncles
Them Mims genes run deep
I'm sitting back in coverage
Exes texting for the tea
They going undercover
Linking up wit frenemys
It's really got me puzzled
Why they wanna kill me
I'm Glad I peeped ya effort
Take a exit from my life and please get to stepping
I know this flow gotta few women second guessing
Maybe next time girl The breakup was a blessing
An ice box in my heart
But I'm glad I kept it
Air forces on my feet
You can never check me
I can't believe it pretty soon I'm turning dirty 30
The baby face disappeared
I feel like Stephen Curry
Straight cash from the bank
Don't you ever worry
I gotcha mama
Just believe and God will do it surely
I lost both my grandmas the past years
And niggas really tryna tell me how to life my life
Y'all niggas ain't family
911
I'm about to meet the maker
Coming back in three days
They call me son of David
Put me on the crosses
They put my losses
On ya cable
World Wide Entertainment
Like the undertaker
They can't get close to me
So they try to get adjacent
To people who think they know me
I can peep who all been faking
Smile in ya face
But they praying I don't make it
And when I call em out
Watch em try run for safety
You ain't Brian Dawkins
You a casual a regular
I deserve it all
And It's prolly why fraid of us
Know they talking down
I deserve to run the numbers up
I been grinding all my life
But You haters is just coming up
Niggas think it's sweet
It's not a game
This ain't double dutch
I just come through like Michael Jordan in the fucking clutch
If you gotta problem
I step to ya
Like
The fuck is up?
I can count on one hand the people that I prolly trust
And that's
Family
