FAMILY BUSINESS

You were passed down a family business, cool
I was passed down some mental illness-esssss
Mom and daddy paid for your tuition, too
While I've been paying for my parents' young and dumb decisions
And I ain't bitter bout it, it's delicious
But the fruits of my labor are sweeter than that shit
The starting line for you and I are different
Countdown from two, it's on song go, ready, set, GO!

Moving up positions as soon as I hit the dirt, uh
Born to be the second, but junior came out in first, uh
My words like a weapon, who said that they never hurt, huh?
Verses get to steppin' then stop you out on the curb, uh
Bitches think they saved cause they share the word and curse none
Just call me the reverend, I'll show you a fuckin' verse, hun
"Outside the cup is clean, but inside is self-indulgence"
"Woe to you, you hypocrites"
Stupid bitch, you're the worst one!
Life gave me lemons for lemonade, I made a booth to sell it
Freshly made myself, but a friend helped, he got the picture already
99% failure rate, y'all ain't let me forget it
My turn to let shit resonate, I am the one percent and

You were passed down a family business, cool
I was passed down some mental illness-esssss
Mom and daddy paid for your tuition, too
While I've been paying for my parents' young and dumb decisions
And I ain't bitter bout it, it's delicious
But the fruits of my labor are sweeter than that shit
The starting line for you and I are different
Countdown from two, it's on song go, ready, set, GO!

Bring it back, in this bitch something like Miss Khalifa's ass
Go peep the stats
Need at least a stack to your sweep your feature back
The bleachers packed
This game need my craft like I was Steve, in fact
You creepers wack
Soon as I seen them diamonds, all y'all've fallen to my shaft
Suck me off, call me bro, just so you could get to know the boy before he really blow
You rappers hoes, steal my rhymes, steal my flows
Take as many as you want, I pray you see what I be on but y'all ain't like that and it shows
Been a victor, one like Wembanyama
Now they tryna take a couple pictures
Something like Jeffrey Dahmer,
Arnold Palmer how my life turned out a mix of sweet and sour
Money problem, got a different definition now cause I ain't going back where I'm from

You were passed down a family business, cool
I was passed down some mental illness-esssss
Mom and daddy paid for your tuition, too
While I've been paying for my parents' young and dumb decisions
And I ain't bitter bout it, it's delicious
But the fruits of my labor are sweeter than that shit
The starting line for you and I are different
Countdown from two, it's on song go, ready, set, GO!

I took it to places that I know they couldn't go
Was a nerdy little baby with the braces and a flow
Somehow always pulled the ladies, I was crushing on the low
Yeah, they love the way I say shit
And that's one thing I know
I love the look up on they faces
A pussy to oasis
Without a conversation,
Now they already know
Same one's garnishing my plates have
Been coming for my wages
So tell whoever made this, that all I taste is
Dough!