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Family Lyrics - Artist : NoCap
Yeah
Yeah Know my haters hate to see this But I ain't goin' back broke Don't judge what you hear Judge what you know, ayy If the devil call my phone, I'ma answer it Half a million stashed away just for my family Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin I'ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance Go state-to-state, this shit feel like human trafficking Like I'm on the D-line, I got a sack in Like Shaquille, we had to get a couple packs in Pockets full, got me lookin' bad built You can hear the Adderalls in my ad-libs I just fired my lawyer I just bought a new lawyer I spent some racks on my Charger Yeah, drop it in machines, let the money count Spent blue faces on a Rollie, yeah, bust down Thotiana My niggas slime, they think they all anacondas Pose as a team so the clip got bananas It's in the air, we watch it fall on dancers Yeah, tats on my face like I'm a criminal Everything that I do, it be expensive I don't regret it, but I prolly ain't meant it Stuck in the hood so my friend became a engine Ayy, real 'til I die like Emmitt Took the harder way, I didn't have a penny Pink slip, haters thought that it was rented I fast forward, they was stuck at the beginning Ayy, I hear a Crip, he ridin' 'round nightly in a Bentley Ayy, I put blue diamonds 'round the big B on the Bentley Ayy, young projects finest on the TV, that's so real, yeah Wrapped 'round my neck, flawless diamonds 'cause I'm— They told me styling was a secret (Secret) So I steady scream on "Murder," oh, I (Oh, I) Cartier glasses with the VVs Same ones that been worn by Steve Urkel But why you cappin' to the folks? You is not a don They know I pick some for the Rover, color crayon Look at her hair go past her shoulders, shawty so A-1 I think my heart gettin' colder even when in the sun I did this shit— I'm ballin' out of my world Know my haters hate to see this But I ain't goin' back broke Don't judge what you hear Judge what you know, ayy If the devil call my phone, I'ma answer it Half a million stashed away just for my family Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin I'ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance Go state-to-state, this shit feel like human trafficking |
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