Family First
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
Was counting problems found a way around um
Had to change my mind thought I made my mind up
This is not enough gotta step my grind up
No heartbreak as tough as when I lost my momma
Good vibes I don't do no drama
Feel like Cuzco when he was a llama
Lotta times feel low look like I'm feeling lost
Got good principles my intentions proper
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
Excuse my sins I'm bout to commit
The fake magnetize my hand they attracting my grip
Woke up in a pool full of blood while I'm drowning my wrist
You touch my family you'll be matching my kicks
Fighting my fears in a world full of fiction
Losing all sense in a tense he predicts death with a vengeance
See the lines on the cutting board create the pain interior
Fake smiles hiding a false exterior
He removed the mask like its attached to a past that he never had
But if he look real close everything that he ever said
Would be lying in a deathbed
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
Was counting problems found a way around um
Had to change my mind thought I made my mind up
This is not enough gotta step my grind up
No heartbreak as tough as when I lost my momma
Good vibes I don't do no drama
Feel like Cuzco when he was a llama
Lotta times feel low look like I'm feeling lost
Got good principles my intentions proper
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
We can't worry bout these ends family come first
I can't worry about my friends family come first
We don't worry bout these hoes money come first
You can't take us off the throne hard work come first
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When you lose yo best friend that shit hurt
When the money run low gotta work
When the times get hard we keep god first
Excuse my sins I'm bout to commit
The fake magnetize my hand they attracting my grip
Woke up in a pool full of blood while I'm drowning my wrist
You touch my family you'll be matching my kicks
Fighting my fears in a world full of fiction
Losing all sense in a tense he predicts death with a vengeance
See the lines on the cutting board create the pain interior
Fake smiles hiding a false exterior
He removed the mask like its attached to a past that he never had
But if he look real close everything that he ever said
Would be lying in a deathbed
Credits
Writer(s): Quantez Walters
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