Family Ties Flow (feat. TheyCallMe50G)

I got to accept that the fact I'm a dad
I know I've been missing my past
Lately I've been feeling down, but I got myself up
And I'm not on my ass, focused on cash
Get to the paper, I trusted my money so fast
Don't carry cash
I can be focused on life, but never forget they buy shit in the past
That's how you last
Often I deliver fast and getting so furious
People be saying I'm serious, fast & the furious
Switching my gears in my life and my haters be curious
Back in the day they was hating on me
Now you catch 'em trying to call 50G
Back on YouTube, and listen to beats
Might hit your bae up and dance in the sheets
Nigga, put some respect on my name
I talk to your granny and find where you stay
Talking the truth, 'cause I don't even play
Might get a grammy and flex it like Ye
Always in traffic so get out my way
Be going home 'cause fuck minimum wage
Yeah I'ma gamble, and yeah I get paid
Never late text for a late night, Lil Wayne
Homie I'm cold, homie I'm bold
Eenie, meenie, miney, gon' take a ho
Spinning the block with 20 on fours
Bitches be looking when they see the chrome
Oh shit, can't leave her alone
Remember the time we was sexting on phones
402 and I got 531, I carry 2 phones for the plug and the ho's (skrt!)
Yeah I pull up so clean like I'm going to church
Young nigga ain't gangster, don't put in no work
If you drop your location I'm stepping like Durk
I call my big brother 'cause he just like Von
I'm running it up from the mud and the dirt
Niggas gon' hate when they see my new shirt
Step up to me then you gon' be on shirts
Selling out tickets, I call it my merch
Don't be in my feelings, I really be hurt
Go get a bag and see it for work
I could be Medusa, the way I pop out
When they look they get stuck
Don't look or freeze up
You don't got luck, and I don't got no love
For the people who follow the crowd like a scrub
Might jump off a cliff for a trend, y'all dumb

I'ma chase the money in the meantime
Riding with my bros, it's the cold, we gon' ride or die
And we gon' hustle till the night time
'Cause we on the grind chasing money all the damn time
I'ma chase the money in the meantime
Riding with my bros, it's the cold, we gon' ride or die
And we gon' hustle till the night time
'Cause we on the grind chasing money all the damn time

With my twin flame, you know how it go
I'm getting my pape, then we kick down your door
And we chasing the money, not chasing a ho
Been fucking up shit since 50G flow
If it's up then it's stuck, then you know that I'm getting my bucks like Giannis
On my bullshit like Rodman
Freestyle shit, no stopping
Brand new rollie I bought it
These niggas be faking, these ho's be going
And you ain't even know what we on
These niggas be faking, these niggas be hating
'Cause they bitches love my songs
I'm getting my pape, like everyday, just rapping off the top of my dome
I'm talking my shit, then fuck on your bitch
Niggas knowing that I keep the chrome
I don't trust no ho, I only fuck with Aunt Jemima
I'm sipping on the syrup, 'cause I can 'cause I don't need it
Beat the beat just like a opp you know we double team it
You know my money longer it's as tall as Kareem is
You know my wrist so icy even Stevie could see it
I'm the real deal baby girl you not dreaming
Yeah, baby girl you not dreaming
Ha

I'll fuck on your ho, then I kick down your door
Take a step back like James Harden
Smacked down just like Matt Hardy
That money is where my heart is
And you know that I keep this shit flowing
You know what we on, you know I ain't going
You know that I'm gone, I'm rapping my song
And I'm in the zone, of the top of the dome
Mix the drink with a lot of Patron
You know that I'm going around you niggas like cones
You niggas is drills to me, your hoes is feeling me
And they singing my song
Your hoe can't handle being alone, and that bitch is so unknown
She love the smell of my cologne, and all them feelings I don't condone it