Not the Family

Feel like I'm drowning in my thoughts
I ain't hit yo sister bitch stop frowning in my car
Wit All them silent lil remarks
Niggas gone be in a gas pack sliding trynna be sharks
What was the name of that last pack speaking the name of war
Keep it in the name of the war
Yeah yeah bet the Grammy and awards
But I got niggas still poor
Dreaming from the bed ain't like dreaming from the floor
Some street niggas be feds and I done seen that shit before
Free bub
Yeah V live
I done built So much can't get inside cause I need ones
Bitch talking bout hittin that shit outside this might be fun
Let it be some mo sittin outside it won't be none
I took lessons, No losses
Stop confessing Just talking
This Vale wanna rap like VALEE spare me nigga park it
Walk up to your apartment
Fire up yo department
Blood on the floor but check the sco and how it started
Mmhm mmhm
Blood on the floor but check the score and how it started

I never cared for being first
When life was going good it still prepared me for the worst
Nigga Barely knew shit it hurt
Cube told these niggas if you scared to go church
Some dude told me nigga if you ain't dead go to work and it worked
She make 1 cheek go way and the other stay in place nigga
I got a humvy of these bitches
Fuck from out my face wit that comparing to niggas I ain't worryin bout niggas
Where tf is rap
Take'em to it niggas need a motherfucking map
Double heart her friends pics Shìt I ain't sposed to tap
Showing all yo friends shit the hell you thought would happen
Front way to the end baby Ja forever snapping
Come back hit up syn now my nigga planting rapper
Talking bout niggas family
You not even in my faction
We live
I can't give these bitches all my heart cause Im gone need mo
Scared I'll intercept these niggas time like I'm TO
Trust me they know we know



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Writer(s): Jair Golden
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