For The Family
I gotta blow up for the family
I feel out my body feel like a tannery
Cold hearted I get colder than January
A man to my future children yeah I plan to be
I'm spittin hotter shit hotter than hot sauce
No I can't hit that thot raw
Why them fuck niggas hatin on the shit that I bought
On the top just like top golf
The hottest young nigga comin from my city
When I blow up the charts don't ask me for a penny
I watch em run John Franklin not no Kennedy
Just fuckin kiddin call it jfk
Free li joe cause he didnt beat the case
Man I just lost two bruddas no I'm not okay
Man I just lost two bruddas ion know how to feel
See the ball and you strike then you outta da field
See the ball in the sky
Oh no I can't describe
These niggas in disguise
I dare a fuck nigga to try
Yeah
Heart vacant man my shit gettin empty
Not a barber so I can't let em tempt me
Gen 5 in my pocket I'm limping
Complicated soul I can't die that simply
Got blues in my pocket feelin like a crip
Pullin up like shredder cuttin off the rip
Pinchin for a penny call you mr crabs
Say I'm up in the stars
Tryna get to the stars
She ran off with my heart
Now she goin too far
Say they want me to change up like a nickel
But I'm that young nigga
How my life gettin complicated like a riddle
Got banana clips feelin like a damn gorilla
And my skinny jeans stuffed I'm clutchin a barreta
And we spinnin they block we fast just like propeller
And these diamond be VVs all up on my bezel
Know we shoot like a movie didn't make the trailer
Need them racks for a feature couldn't settle for less
I rock out like the Beatles baguettes on my neck
I gotta blow up for the family
I feel out my body feel like a tannery
Cold hearted I get colder than January
A man to my future children yeah I plan to be
I'm spittin hotter shit hotter than hot sauce
No I can't hit that thot raw
Why them fuck niggas hatin on the shit that I bought
On the top just like top golf
And I'm still reppin 13
I was on the block with niggas young as fuck hopped off the porch at 13
And I only wanted me a Cartier while you niggas wanted you a Cardi B
I pour a 4 of da lean
I keep a strap in my jeans
Boy nobody rockin supreme
It seem like it never was a thing
And I'm the hardest I can't fall off
Its fuck the haters because we ball
I need some paper stackin it 6 feet tall
Just like the keyboard copy paste delete y'all
I'm with rose we turnt up in the studio
I can't fuck with you girl you a groupie hoe
I be snappin so niggas gone loop the flow
Niggas really be ass like a hooter hoe
Know some niggas catch bodies like Julio
Don't fuck with foolio
Listen to nudy tho
Bout my bruddas you know I stay ten toes
I got questioned you know that I didn't fold
Get them racks from my bars
I do that shit for my kin folk
You'z a capper boy you never been broke
Can't play games bitch I'm not a Nintendo
Keep a stick and hang out the window
Gotta dick and it's long like a limo
Gotta dick it's gone spit like a lama
That boy lyin (Lion) he ain't from the jungle
Okay I see (OKC) that I'm bringin the thunder
I gotta blow up for the family
I feel out my body feel like a tannery
Cold hearted I get colder than January
A man to my future children yeah I plan to be
I'm spittin hotter shit hotter than hot sauce
No I can't hit that thot raw
Why them fuck niggas hatin on the shit that I bought
On the top just like top golf
I feel out my body feel like a tannery
Cold hearted I get colder than January
A man to my future children yeah I plan to be
I'm spittin hotter shit hotter than hot sauce
No I can't hit that thot raw
Why them fuck niggas hatin on the shit that I bought
On the top just like top golf
The hottest young nigga comin from my city
When I blow up the charts don't ask me for a penny
I watch em run John Franklin not no Kennedy
Just fuckin kiddin call it jfk
Free li joe cause he didnt beat the case
Man I just lost two bruddas no I'm not okay
Man I just lost two bruddas ion know how to feel
See the ball and you strike then you outta da field
See the ball in the sky
Oh no I can't describe
These niggas in disguise
I dare a fuck nigga to try
Yeah
Heart vacant man my shit gettin empty
Not a barber so I can't let em tempt me
Gen 5 in my pocket I'm limping
Complicated soul I can't die that simply
Got blues in my pocket feelin like a crip
Pullin up like shredder cuttin off the rip
Pinchin for a penny call you mr crabs
Say I'm up in the stars
Tryna get to the stars
She ran off with my heart
Now she goin too far
Say they want me to change up like a nickel
But I'm that young nigga
How my life gettin complicated like a riddle
Got banana clips feelin like a damn gorilla
And my skinny jeans stuffed I'm clutchin a barreta
And we spinnin they block we fast just like propeller
And these diamond be VVs all up on my bezel
Know we shoot like a movie didn't make the trailer
Need them racks for a feature couldn't settle for less
I rock out like the Beatles baguettes on my neck
I gotta blow up for the family
I feel out my body feel like a tannery
Cold hearted I get colder than January
A man to my future children yeah I plan to be
I'm spittin hotter shit hotter than hot sauce
No I can't hit that thot raw
Why them fuck niggas hatin on the shit that I bought
On the top just like top golf
And I'm still reppin 13
I was on the block with niggas young as fuck hopped off the porch at 13
And I only wanted me a Cartier while you niggas wanted you a Cardi B
I pour a 4 of da lean
I keep a strap in my jeans
Boy nobody rockin supreme
It seem like it never was a thing
And I'm the hardest I can't fall off
Its fuck the haters because we ball
I need some paper stackin it 6 feet tall
Just like the keyboard copy paste delete y'all
I'm with rose we turnt up in the studio
I can't fuck with you girl you a groupie hoe
I be snappin so niggas gone loop the flow
Niggas really be ass like a hooter hoe
Know some niggas catch bodies like Julio
Don't fuck with foolio
Listen to nudy tho
Bout my bruddas you know I stay ten toes
I got questioned you know that I didn't fold
Get them racks from my bars
I do that shit for my kin folk
You'z a capper boy you never been broke
Can't play games bitch I'm not a Nintendo
Keep a stick and hang out the window
Gotta dick and it's long like a limo
Gotta dick it's gone spit like a lama
That boy lyin (Lion) he ain't from the jungle
Okay I see (OKC) that I'm bringin the thunder
I gotta blow up for the family
I feel out my body feel like a tannery
Cold hearted I get colder than January
A man to my future children yeah I plan to be
I'm spittin hotter shit hotter than hot sauce
No I can't hit that thot raw
Why them fuck niggas hatin on the shit that I bought
On the top just like top golf
Credits
Writer(s): Kelijah Irby
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