Famiglia (feat. Meechy Darko)
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๐ Lyrics
Yeah, my famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
They just go about their business, never leave a witness
Y'all would rather post it on the 'Gram to maintain an image
Shit is ridiculous
I'm so appalled, this is no one's fault, but everybody's responsible
They all shitted on the kid when he had a little dream
But they love him when he's doin' the impossible
You dudes is comical
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Get that motherfucker (Yeah)
Yeah
My brother told me, go easy on those guys
They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise (See the kiddo rise)
Beatrix, I'm gaugin' out they eyes (Eyes)
Every time these verses are reprised
Kill 'em with success and they'll never have a clue to how they died
Think about it
You ain't really mad at me, you bitches mad at yourself
That shit is bad for your health
But fuck it (Fuck it, go and drag 'em to Hell)
You a selfish motherfucker, only pass to yourself (Only pass to yourself)
Maybe I should tone it down a little
Ask for some help (I should ask for some help)
But there's two types of people in this world
Those who gotta ask, and those who make it happen themselves
And I refuse to be a bitch like you, I'm not a bit like you
I've been stabbed in the back so many times that it slipped right through
Life's a bitch, but every dog has his day
Wait until that bitch bite you
My famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
'Cause they be low as fuck, try me, come and test your luck
I be tryna chill, but the problems always level up
Feel like Meadow's dad, venting to a memo pad
When it ends, does it really all cut to black
'Cause if it does I hope the afterlife will cut us slack
I've been to Hell and back
Already walking dead
Feel like a motherfuckin' zombie
So much pussy I'm denying bitches
They get with us then they lie with us
Big stone, wide eyes see my diamonds glisten
Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan in the nineties, nigga
Gutter grimey like a nineties nigga
Doggystyle, the right position
Kiss the girls, make 'em cry
Tellin' more lies than a politician
Got the gas with me in the Trump Towers
Burn the shit down, if the nigga with it
Only sold my soul 'cause I turned to flip it, huh
The pussy mine, use my tongue to write initial, huh
I take your flow, diss you with it, I ain't fuckin' with it
Say, mister, mister, please give me some of that, I need a fixin'
We get high as fuck, then we fight and fuck
It's like Guns N' Roses with the twisted sister, eyes dilated
'Cause this 'cid is vicious, got a queen kissin' on my sex pistol
I'm in the Gucci, Snoopy, feelin' lucid, death grippin'
Drunk drivin', smokin' left with it
Feel like the only rapper who can match his magic madness
It's probably Mathers, bipolar disorder, man, I might be manic
I battle myself for practice, survival tactics, I adapt it
I ask God to show my way, but map He never handed
Satan's guestlist, fuckin' Rihanna in Bahamas, top of my checklist
Turquoise set in blood diamonds
Die for my necklace, only child syndrome, selfish
Trapped in my mind, doin' a sentence
Shit, somebody help him (Help him please, help him)
Shit, somebody help him (Help him please)
They just go about their business, never leave a witness
Y'all would rather post it on the 'Gram to maintain an image
Shit is ridiculous
I'm so appalled, this is no one's fault, but everybody's responsible
They all shitted on the kid when he had a little dream
But they love him when he's doin' the impossible
You dudes is comical
Ayy, yeah
Ayy, ayy, yeah
Get that motherfucker (Yeah)
Yeah
My brother told me, go easy on those guys
They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise (See the kiddo rise)
Beatrix, I'm gaugin' out they eyes (Eyes)
Every time these verses are reprised
Kill 'em with success and they'll never have a clue to how they died
Think about it
You ain't really mad at me, you bitches mad at yourself
That shit is bad for your health
But fuck it (Fuck it, go and drag 'em to Hell)
You a selfish motherfucker, only pass to yourself (Only pass to yourself)
Maybe I should tone it down a little
Ask for some help (I should ask for some help)
But there's two types of people in this world
Those who gotta ask, and those who make it happen themselves
And I refuse to be a bitch like you, I'm not a bit like you
I've been stabbed in the back so many times that it slipped right through
Life's a bitch, but every dog has his day
Wait until that bitch bite you
My famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
'Cause they be low as fuck, try me, come and test your luck
I be tryna chill, but the problems always level up
Feel like Meadow's dad, venting to a memo pad
When it ends, does it really all cut to black
'Cause if it does I hope the afterlife will cut us slack
I've been to Hell and back
Already walking dead
Feel like a motherfuckin' zombie
So much pussy I'm denying bitches
They get with us then they lie with us
Big stone, wide eyes see my diamonds glisten
Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan in the nineties, nigga
Gutter grimey like a nineties nigga
Doggystyle, the right position
Kiss the girls, make 'em cry
Tellin' more lies than a politician
Got the gas with me in the Trump Towers
Burn the shit down, if the nigga with it
Only sold my soul 'cause I turned to flip it, huh
The pussy mine, use my tongue to write initial, huh
I take your flow, diss you with it, I ain't fuckin' with it
Say, mister, mister, please give me some of that, I need a fixin'
We get high as fuck, then we fight and fuck
It's like Guns N' Roses with the twisted sister, eyes dilated
'Cause this 'cid is vicious, got a queen kissin' on my sex pistol
I'm in the Gucci, Snoopy, feelin' lucid, death grippin'
Drunk drivin', smokin' left with it
Feel like the only rapper who can match his magic madness
It's probably Mathers, bipolar disorder, man, I might be manic
I battle myself for practice, survival tactics, I adapt it
I ask God to show my way, but map He never handed
Satan's guestlist, fuckin' Rihanna in Bahamas, top of my checklist
Turquoise set in blood diamonds
Die for my necklace, only child syndrome, selfish
Trapped in my mind, doin' a sentence
Shit, somebody help him (Help him please, help him)
Shit, somebody help him (Help him please)
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.84] Yeah, my famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
[00:14.10] They just go about their business, never leave a witness
[00:17.41] Y'all would rather post it on the 'Gram to maintain an image
[00:20.89] Shit is ridiculous
[00:22.41] I'm so appalled, this is no one's fault, but everybody's responsible
[00:26.42] They all shitted on the kid when he had a little dream
[00:30.10] But they love him when he's doin' the impossible
[00:32.83] You dudes is comical
[00:37.95] Ayy, yeah
[00:39.20] Ayy, ayy, yeah
[00:42.32] Get that motherfucker (Yeah)
[00:45.62] Yeah
[00:47.95] My brother told me, go easy on those guys
[00:50.42] They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise (See the kiddo rise)
[00:53.86] Beatrix, I'm gaugin' out they eyes (Eyes)
[00:56.50] Every time these verses are reprised
[00:58.99] Kill 'em with success and they'll never have a clue to how they died
[01:03.25] Think about it
[01:04.68] You ain't really mad at me, you bitches mad at yourself
[01:07.59] That shit is bad for your health
[01:09.05] But fuck it (Fuck it, go and drag 'em to Hell)
[01:11.05] You a selfish motherfucker, only pass to yourself (Only pass to yourself)
[01:14.24] Maybe I should tone it down a little
[01:16.24] Ask for some help (I should ask for some help)
[01:17.04] But there's two types of people in this world
[01:19.79] Those who gotta ask, and those who make it happen themselves
[01:22.94] And I refuse to be a bitch like you, I'm not a bit like you
[01:26.81] I've been stabbed in the back so many times that it slipped right through
[01:30.87] Life's a bitch, but every dog has his day
[01:33.02] Wait until that bitch bite you
[01:35.42] My famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
[01:38.44] 'Cause they be low as fuck, try me, come and test your luck
[01:41.56] I be tryna chill, but the problems always level up
[01:44.47] Feel like Meadow's dad, venting to a memo pad
[01:47.59] When it ends, does it really all cut to black
[01:50.58] 'Cause if it does I hope the afterlife will cut us slack
[01:54.02] I've been to Hell and back
[01:55.32] Already walking dead
[01:56.78] Feel like a motherfuckin' zombie
[01:59.48] So much pussy I'm denying bitches
[02:00.90] They get with us then they lie with us
[02:02.30] Big stone, wide eyes see my diamonds glisten
[02:04.66] Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan in the nineties, nigga
[02:06.93] Gutter grimey like a nineties nigga
[02:08.47] Doggystyle, the right position
[02:09.92] Kiss the girls, make 'em cry
[02:11.35] Tellin' more lies than a politician
[02:12.96] Got the gas with me in the Trump Towers
[02:14.48] Burn the shit down, if the nigga with it
[02:16.17] Only sold my soul 'cause I turned to flip it, huh
[02:17.76] The pussy mine, use my tongue to write initial, huh
[02:21.07] I take your flow, diss you with it, I ain't fuckin' with it
[02:23.36] Say, mister, mister, please give me some of that, I need a fixin'
[02:25.52] We get high as fuck, then we fight and fuck
[02:27.21] It's like Guns N' Roses with the twisted sister, eyes dilated
[02:29.35] 'Cause this 'cid is vicious, got a queen kissin' on my sex pistol
[02:31.64] I'm in the Gucci, Snoopy, feelin' lucid, death grippin'
[02:34.18] Drunk drivin', smokin' left with it
[02:35.55] Feel like the only rapper who can match his magic madness
[02:38.69] It's probably Mathers, bipolar disorder, man, I might be manic
[02:41.43] I battle myself for practice, survival tactics, I adapt it
[02:45.28] I ask God to show my way, but map He never handed
[02:47.63] Satan's guestlist, fuckin' Rihanna in Bahamas, top of my checklist
[02:51.78] Turquoise set in blood diamonds
[02:54.05] Die for my necklace, only child syndrome, selfish
[02:57.13] Trapped in my mind, doin' a sentence
[02:59.77] Shit, somebody help him (Help him please, help him)
[03:02.37] Shit, somebody help him (Help him please)
[03:06.25]
[00:14.10] They just go about their business, never leave a witness
[00:17.41] Y'all would rather post it on the 'Gram to maintain an image
[00:20.89] Shit is ridiculous
[00:22.41] I'm so appalled, this is no one's fault, but everybody's responsible
[00:26.42] They all shitted on the kid when he had a little dream
[00:30.10] But they love him when he's doin' the impossible
[00:32.83] You dudes is comical
[00:37.95] Ayy, yeah
[00:39.20] Ayy, ayy, yeah
[00:42.32] Get that motherfucker (Yeah)
[00:45.62] Yeah
[00:47.95] My brother told me, go easy on those guys
[00:50.42] They gon' have it harder when they see the kiddo rise (See the kiddo rise)
[00:53.86] Beatrix, I'm gaugin' out they eyes (Eyes)
[00:56.50] Every time these verses are reprised
[00:58.99] Kill 'em with success and they'll never have a clue to how they died
[01:03.25] Think about it
[01:04.68] You ain't really mad at me, you bitches mad at yourself
[01:07.59] That shit is bad for your health
[01:09.05] But fuck it (Fuck it, go and drag 'em to Hell)
[01:11.05] You a selfish motherfucker, only pass to yourself (Only pass to yourself)
[01:14.24] Maybe I should tone it down a little
[01:16.24] Ask for some help (I should ask for some help)
[01:17.04] But there's two types of people in this world
[01:19.79] Those who gotta ask, and those who make it happen themselves
[01:22.94] And I refuse to be a bitch like you, I'm not a bit like you
[01:26.81] I've been stabbed in the back so many times that it slipped right through
[01:30.87] Life's a bitch, but every dog has his day
[01:33.02] Wait until that bitch bite you
[01:35.42] My famiglia real G's so you never hear 'em
[01:38.44] 'Cause they be low as fuck, try me, come and test your luck
[01:41.56] I be tryna chill, but the problems always level up
[01:44.47] Feel like Meadow's dad, venting to a memo pad
[01:47.59] When it ends, does it really all cut to black
[01:50.58] 'Cause if it does I hope the afterlife will cut us slack
[01:54.02] I've been to Hell and back
[01:55.32] Already walking dead
[01:56.78] Feel like a motherfuckin' zombie
[01:59.48] So much pussy I'm denying bitches
[02:00.90] They get with us then they lie with us
[02:02.30] Big stone, wide eyes see my diamonds glisten
[02:04.66] Hustle harder than Tracy Morgan in the nineties, nigga
[02:06.93] Gutter grimey like a nineties nigga
[02:08.47] Doggystyle, the right position
[02:09.92] Kiss the girls, make 'em cry
[02:11.35] Tellin' more lies than a politician
[02:12.96] Got the gas with me in the Trump Towers
[02:14.48] Burn the shit down, if the nigga with it
[02:16.17] Only sold my soul 'cause I turned to flip it, huh
[02:17.76] The pussy mine, use my tongue to write initial, huh
[02:21.07] I take your flow, diss you with it, I ain't fuckin' with it
[02:23.36] Say, mister, mister, please give me some of that, I need a fixin'
[02:25.52] We get high as fuck, then we fight and fuck
[02:27.21] It's like Guns N' Roses with the twisted sister, eyes dilated
[02:29.35] 'Cause this 'cid is vicious, got a queen kissin' on my sex pistol
[02:31.64] I'm in the Gucci, Snoopy, feelin' lucid, death grippin'
[02:34.18] Drunk drivin', smokin' left with it
[02:35.55] Feel like the only rapper who can match his magic madness
[02:38.69] It's probably Mathers, bipolar disorder, man, I might be manic
[02:41.43] I battle myself for practice, survival tactics, I adapt it
[02:45.28] I ask God to show my way, but map He never handed
[02:47.63] Satan's guestlist, fuckin' Rihanna in Bahamas, top of my checklist
[02:51.78] Turquoise set in blood diamonds
[02:54.05] Die for my necklace, only child syndrome, selfish
[02:57.13] Trapped in my mind, doin' a sentence
[02:59.77] Shit, somebody help him (Help him please, help him)
[03:02.37] Shit, somebody help him (Help him please)
[03:06.25]