Family Feud
(专辑: Dedication 6: Reloaded - 2018)
Yeah, Dedication 6, of course Shout out Guru for sending me the
beat, too Young Angel, Young Lion More Life, no dying Yeah, alright, I
got it, yeah Super Bowl goals, I'm at the
crib with Puff He got Kaepernick on the
phone, he in a
whole different mode Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov Just to show 'em how I
treat the
city like my humble abode Ayy, tell me if TD Bank is approving loans I'm thinking of paying Wayne what Universal owes My nigga spent a
lifetime going platinum and gold He should own half of the
label, shit outta control Somebody get Larry Jackson on the
phone I
need some ownership if we pressing go 'Cause business is booming on behalf of me I
need a
bite outta the
Apple like Adam and Eve We gon' have to break the
billi' curse I
need my paper long like "A Milli" verse Or too long like a
sentence from a
Philly judge Fuck is the
point in all the
beefing when we really blood? Nobody wins when the
family feuds, nigga Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas I
make the
crib, expanding pools and expanding rooms Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga That's truth, no boost, nigga But this isn't all about calling truce I'm still dishing out verbal abuse That shit could get re-introduced If somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga Inspiring to the
youth New Year's Eve, looking like a
royal flush Wait, we all in the
same suit I'm Hall of Fame in the
booth, nigga My karma making the
news, nigga This pudding taste like the
proof, nigga If I
ever see Trump, he better salute niggas Much as we do, nigga, for real Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Six shit I
could care less 'bout your squad, I
don't connect when I'm flying I'm on a
jet and it's mine, I
just hope the
weather is fine I
took the
jet to Dubai, I
took the
jet to Milan I
took the
jet way to Africa, shout out my nigga Akon Your bitch sweating my squad, please get the
sweat out her eye I
put the
dick in her spine, I
fucked the
bitch in her prime Don't get my credit declined, give all the
credit to Moms I
flipped the
bird at the
Bird – hey, what's for dinner? Popeyes These chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too Always sung, never flew, these boys Hot Girls too If money grow on trees, I
climb and rest in that bitch Build a
treehouse and knock the
bird nest out that bitch Stuck my neck out and shit, then got the
heck out that shit And when I
did, I
took the
special effect out of that shit Tunechi F
'round this bitch The
best thing left 'round this bitch All you niggas some bitches, I
feel like Hef 'round this bitch You call her Stephanie, I
call her Steph 'round this bitch Now back to whipping the
baby on some step mama shit I
come direct with my shit, I
come correct with my shit A
blank check on your face, put some respek on my shit Branches starting to shake, here comes the
leaves, get the
rake I
want my piece of the
cake, it should be sweeter than cake Here come the
leaves, get the
rake, and we ain't leaving the
rake We made the
cleanest escape, although I
bleeped in your face You playing wit the
right one today Your flag is a
white one today You wearing em tight ones today Check me or write one today You playing with fire today The
Angel and Lion are greats Oh my God, lightning striking twice in this place Should we make a
wish or should we make it right in this place? All this motherfucking beef, I
need some rice on this plate Talked to your wifey today, she feeling trifling she say Talked to the
sniper, he say he aiming at diapers today Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today So tell your squad I
say "BLAOW" like Spice 1
would say It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the
place You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the
face Oh my God, it feel like I
done life in this place But swear to God, I
got money doing life in my safe Put on the
gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ I
make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face This for Cita and Nae, this for my people and bae I
got three sons of a
gun, them niggas keep me on safe Hol' up, I
am the
black god to the
church I
am the
fat boy to dessert I
am the
landlord to the
first, got two bangers One of them go "bada boom," one of them go "bada bing" I
taught these hoes how to love, I
taught these boys how to lean I'm high in the
sky and I
twinkle The
eyes don't lie 'til you blink 'em Keep the
iron for the
wrinkles The
mansion came with the
sprinklers I
want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a
belt Yeah, you know life is a
movie, you niggas playing yourselves, damn That's some six shit Yeah, yeah, yeah, I
want Arabian wealth You snakes come make me a
belt It's every man for themselves, it's every baby for sale And you know life is a
movie, you niggas rating yourself I
just hope it's a
porn to watch you pussies play with yourself That's some six shit