Family Connect

If I had the magical powers to redo all the things, the most stupid and reckless
And if I had those powers, to bring you back here again

I'm runnin' in circles, lookin' and searchin'
Look high and low for the purpose
Convincin' myself this earth is just full curses and cursive
I pull the curtains
Interpretin' how I exposed the surface
Of niggas that no one's ever seen
They hide behind these magazines

Let's see, I seen it all, way back
If I was you, I wouldn't say that, no
Anything they ever did to make sure I wouldn't ever win
It just made mе a better man, I put that on my soul
If it's platinum in my watch, should I still care 'bout goin' gold?
If I gavе that shit away, you think I'm ever goin' broke?
I'm not chasin' money, money chasin' me
You found what you lookin' for when you stop lookin' for it
End of story

See, more nigga want the glory and think success is euphoric
Expect to get rich tourin' and never do shit for it, man
I been historic so long, it's gettin' borin'
Multiple mansions to reside and switch foreigns, pourin'
Plenty game in Domani cup
All our moves are calculatin', you could wish the dummy's luck
Yeah I guess everyone exaggerates when they comin' up
But that just their imagination
Really, these niggas ain't got no money, bruh

They wanna know who you are, not who you wanna be
Want smoke online and ain't handle the around-the-corner beef
Coward, good luck avoidin' gettin' extorted
With absentee morals and horrible priorities
Catch you somewhere in your mid-forties
Down in Florida, by the water, scrapin' up enough to buy a forty
Type of billboard ain't shit when you did poorly
Buy your kids so they can't remember what you did for 'em

Ayy, you remember when you showed
Me that half a mill' in that shoe box?
Then I said, "I want to rap," so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. with B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's

Gimme three days, my gallery finna triple my salary
Doubled up on my K Dot, the sad shit, watch my calories
Crazy, I couldn't fathom the thought of me goin' platinum
I shattered my ceiling and captured my feelings in this verse
I'll gradually kill 'em

I'll turn down a million, it's not worth my integrity
I'm most definitely my daddy's son, it's not denyin'
I used to run from my last name
I was mortified of being that nigga
That live off a nigga at twenty-five
So I moved out at eighteen and now I'm on my own
Pops, I know you got it, but I'd just rather get it on my own
Tell 'em stop askin' all them questions, the answers in my song
Place the pen in my left hand and watch me write my wrongs

Ha, it funny ain't it, how I could be entertainin'?
Millions stashed in the bank and more millions on real estate
Ridin' round in a Vanquish, tryna stop for complainin'
'Cause my kids won't let me help 'em and I just can't ascertain it
Then again, kinda remind me of me 'fore I met Jason
Sellin' crack daily but knew I was goin' places, listen
Sometimes you confident, can over-wear your continence
To the point, seem like it make the smartest one do the dumbest shit

Learn to be the thermostat, not the thermometer
Never put your trust in niggas, even when they promise something
Okay, pride keep you hungry when you on the come up
Don't matter who you son of, nigga, you a one-of-one
Sometimes the weight feel like a hundred tons
I know, but learned to carry load
'Cause that the Harris way
Go win a hundred or nothin', don't never half-way

Fuck with anything and keep navigating your pathway
I already know it's greatness in you 'cause I put it there
They say that pressure make diamonds, find it
Be you at all times and see who not to align with
Nigga, shinin' was the point of the assignment
Duh



Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Ronaldo Silva Maia, Carnegie Clapp, Domani Uriah Harris, Messiah Harris, James Maia
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