Family Matters (Explicit) - Drake
Lyrics by:A. Graham
Composed by:A. Graham
Produced by:Boi-1da/Tay Keith/Fierce/Mark Ronson/Kevin Mitchell
Maybe in this song you shouldn't start by saying
Nigga I said it I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad I gotta go bad
Mmm mmm yeah
Drop drop drop drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot
Uh I was really really tryna keep it PG
I was really really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set they'd give your a*s a DP
Two civilian getting real like you PC
You know who really bang a set
My nigga YG
You know who really bang a set
My nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And nigga Cole losin' sleep on this it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that **** fake tea
Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention nigga say "Please"
Always rapping like you 'bout to get the slaves freed
You just acting like a activist it's make believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
You say you hate the girls I **** but what you really mean
I been with black and white and everything that's in between
You the black messiah wifing up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby **** I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him "Say cheese"
We could've left the kids out of this don't blame me
You a dog and you know it you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin' "Save me"
You did her dirty all her life you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty ******* sense to me
Ayy let that shorty breathe
Shake that a*s ***** hands on your knees
Hands on your knees hands on your knees
Shake that a*s for Drake now shake that a*s for free
Yeah yeah
Well not that kind of free I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a little K we call that **** a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him I was staring straight
These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said "Uh uh"
Almost started reaching for my waist
Drop drop drop drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot
Uh I was really really tryna keep it
Yeah
Let me stop playing around take this **** serious
You niggas is a joke I'll take it serious though
Yeah look
If Drake shooters doing TikToks nigga
Realest shooter in your gang that's P's brother y'all ain't getting **** shot nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto save it for a hip-hop nigga
Y'all don't ever be at home dawg you a souvenir out the gift shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho we ain't even ****
I just lip lock with her
I get active when it's war time
I ain't even really let my d**k drop nigga
What the ****
I heard Rick drop nigga
Talking something 'bout a nose job nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctors never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars
Let a nigga rot kind of like your old job nigga
House sitting on some land
But it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
******* gotta drive two hours for you pay 'em just to give a blowjob nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's
These days that's a low ball nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas need a shell from the clip
Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas
Good kid m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears running down my cheek laughing at you pussies dying it's a war cry
Weeknd music getting played in the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying just to find a tour guide
Abel run your ******* bread need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Lemme find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari
For a rapper take the nigga on a horse ride
Lyrics by:A. Graham
Composed by:A. Graham
Produced by:Boi-1da/Tay Keith/Fierce/Mark Ronson/Kevin Mitchell
Maybe in this song you shouldn't start by saying
Nigga I said it I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad I gotta go bad
Mmm mmm yeah
Drop drop drop drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot
Uh I was really really tryna keep it PG
I was really really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set they'd give your a*s a DP
Two civilian getting real like you PC
You know who really bang a set
My nigga YG
You know who really bang a set
My nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And nigga Cole losin' sleep on this it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that **** fake tea
Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention nigga say "Please"
Always rapping like you 'bout to get the slaves freed
You just acting like a activist it's make believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
You say you hate the girls I **** but what you really mean
I been with black and white and everything that's in between
You the black messiah wifing up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby **** I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him "Say cheese"
We could've left the kids out of this don't blame me
You a dog and you know it you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin' "Save me"
You did her dirty all her life you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty ******* sense to me
Ayy let that shorty breathe
Shake that a*s ***** hands on your knees
Hands on your knees hands on your knees
Shake that a*s for Drake now shake that a*s for free
Yeah yeah
Well not that kind of free I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a little K we call that **** a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him I was staring straight
These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said "Uh uh"
Almost started reaching for my waist
Drop drop drop drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot
Uh I was really really tryna keep it
Yeah
Let me stop playing around take this **** serious
You niggas is a joke I'll take it serious though
Yeah look
If Drake shooters doing TikToks nigga
Realest shooter in your gang that's P's brother y'all ain't getting **** shot nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto save it for a hip-hop nigga
Y'all don't ever be at home dawg you a souvenir out the gift shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho we ain't even ****
I just lip lock with her
I get active when it's war time
I ain't even really let my d**k drop nigga
What the ****
I heard Rick drop nigga
Talking something 'bout a nose job nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctors never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars
Let a nigga rot kind of like your old job nigga
House sitting on some land
But it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
******* gotta drive two hours for you pay 'em just to give a blowjob nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's
These days that's a low ball nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas need a shell from the clip
Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas
Good kid m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears running down my cheek laughing at you pussies dying it's a war cry
Weeknd music getting played in the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying just to find a tour guide
Abel run your ******* bread need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Lemme find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari
For a rapper take the nigga on a horse ride
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