Family Matters - Drake
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Maybe in this song, you shouldnât start by saying
*****, I said it, I know that you mad
Iâve emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad
Mm, mm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, 29 for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set, theyâd give your ass a DP
But you civilian gang, in real life, you PC
You know who really bang a set? My âŚ
YG
You know who really bang a set? My ⌠Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, âŚ, Cole losinâ sleep on this, it ainât me
You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea
Canât be rappinâ âbout no rattinâ that we canât read
I mean, itâs true a âŚ
slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro ⌠slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here begginâ for attention, âŚ, say please
Always rappinâ like you âbout to get the slaves freed
You just actinâ like an activist, itâs make-believe
Donât even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but what you really mean?
I been with Black and white, and everything thatâs in between
You the Black messiah wifinâ up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in yâall late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him, âSay cheeseâ?
We couldâve left the kids out of this, donât blame me
You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screaminâ, âSave meâ
You did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one of âem little kids might be Dave Freeeeeeeeeeeeees
Donât make it Dave Freeâs
âCause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all makinâ plenty fuckinâ sense to me
Ay, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake, now shake that ass for free
Yuh, yeah
Well, not that kind of free, Iâm talkinâ âbout my ⌠Dave
Your man a lilâ K, we call that shit a mini Dracâ
He always said I overlooked him, I was starinâ straight
These bars go over Kenny head, no matter what I say
I know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
⌠said, âUh, uhâ
Almost started reachinâ for my waist
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, 29 for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it-
YeahBeat 2
Letâs stop playinâ around and take this shit serious, man
⌠is a joke, I take it serious, though
Yeah, look
If Drake shooters doinâ TikToks, âŚ
Realest shooter in your gang
Thatâs Pâs brother, yâall ainât getting shit shot, âŚ
I canât listen to the stick talk in falsetto
Save it for a hip-hop âŚ, you donât even be at home, dog
You a souvenir out-the-gift-shop, âŚ
Still mad about that one ho
We ainât even fuck, I just lip-locked with her
I get active when itâs wartime
I ainât even really let my dick drop, âŚ
What the fuck I heard Rick drop, �
Talkinâ somethinâ âbout a nose job, âŚ
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy
And doctor never told yâall âŚ
Put a ⌠in the bars, let a ⌠rot
Kind of like your old job, âŚ
House sittinâ on some land
But itâs out where no one even really know yâall âŚ
Bitches gotta drive two hours âfore you pay âem
Just to give a blowjob, âŚ
Mustâve snorted up a snowball
âCause my last record deal was 400 Mâs
These days, thatâs a low ball, âŚ
Ay
Whoâs next on the list?
Which one of my so-called âŚ
Which one of my so-called âŚ
Which one of my so-called âŚ
Need a shell from the clip?
Always knew I had to smoke yâall âŚ
good kid, m.A.A.d city van
Weâll pop the latch and make the door slide
Tears runninâ down my cheek
Laughinâ at you pussies dyinâ, itâs a war cry
Weeknd music gettinâ played in all the spots
Where boys got a little more pride
Thatâs why all your friends dippinâ to Atlanta
Payinâ just to find a tour guide
Abel, run your fuckinâ bread
Need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street âŚ
I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper
Take the ⌠on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact
The boss is a drugged-out lilâ
Punk sissy from the Northside
Rakim talkinâ shit again
Gassed âcause you hit my BM first
âŚ, do the math, who I was hittinâ then?
I ainât even know you rapped still
âCause they only talkinâ âbout your âfit again
Probably gotta have a kid again
âFore you think of droppinâ any shit again
Even when you do drop, they gonâ say
You shouldâve modeled âcause itâs mid again
Smokinâ Fenty âbout it
Shouldâve put you on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea
The next time you cuddled in that bed again
Sheâll even tell you, âLeave the boy alone
'Fore you get your head split againâ
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach
We ainât never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a fuckinâ lame
So I know he had to be an influence
These ⌠had a plan and they finally
Found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums dissinâ
I just did a Kim to it, âŚ, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes drippinâ wet at shows
Almost had to swim to it
K.Dot shit is only hittinâ hard when
Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross callinâ me the white boy
And the shit kind of got a ring to it
âCause all these rappers wavinâ white flags
While the whole fuckinâ club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight
Then come to the vigil with the candlelight
Body after fuckinâ body and you know Rick
Readinâ my Miranda rights
Iâm goinâ on vacation now, I hope next time
Yâall plan it right
âCause you gotta pay for sayinâ my name
Guess now ⌠understand the price, âŚ,
what? (6ix)Beat 3
Ay, Kendrick just opened his mouth
Someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your uncle at?
âCause I wanna talk to the man of the house
West Coast ⌠do fades, right?
Come get this ass whoopinâ, Iâm handinâ âem out
You wanna take up for Pharrell?
Then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease-and-desist is for hoes
Canât listen to lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac estate
And begged âem to sue me and get that shit down
Iâm losinâ perspective on beef
Boi-1da send beat and Iâll kill you for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top
You Stunna and Wayne, like father, like son
Anthony set up the plays, Kojo be charginâ
You double for nothinâ
They shook about what Iâma say
But textinâ your phone like, âWe already wonâ
You tell me what I shouldnât say
But fuck it, my âŚ, itâs already done
We already know itâs a twenty-v-one
We already know why you went number one
Itâs clearly because of The Boy
The honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about âFuck the big threeâ
Itâs only Big D, and thereâs video proof
Our sons should go play at the park
Two light skin kids, that shit would be cute
Unless you donât want to be seen
With anyone that isnât Blacker than you
We get it, we got it
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
We get that you like to put gin in your juice
We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your girl
Is it self-defense âcause she bigger than you?
Your back is up against the curb
You digginâ for dirt, should be digginâ for proof
Why did you move to New York?
Is it âcause you livinâ that bachelor life?
Proposed in 2015
But donât wanna make her your actual wife
Iâm guessinâ this wedding ainât happeninâ, right?
âCause we know the girls that you actually like
Your darkest secrets are cominâ to light
Itâs all on your face, like what happened to Mike
Oh, shit, itâs all makinâ sense
Maybe Iâm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was prayinâ his features would change
So people believe that heâs actually white
Top would make you do features for change
Get on pop records and rap for the whites
And, wait, you say your brother Jermaine
But you wanted him to stay out of the light
Oh, shit, just follow me, right?
âCause nothinâ you sayinâ could bother me, right?
I get off the plane and nothing has changed
I head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now
For anyone out here thatâs calling it, right?
Youâre dead
Ya dead, Ya dead
Thereâs nowhere to hide, thereâs nowhere to hide
You know what I mean
They hired a crisis management team
To clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
The picture you painted ainât what it seem
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this shit got me side-eyein my screen why would you post this post-beef
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Flip Ditcher ive been so inactive lately in running out of things to post