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Family Matters (Explicit) - Drake
Lyrics by：A. Graham
Composed by：A. Graham
Produced by：Boi-1da/Tay Keith/Fierce/Mark Ronson/Kevin Mitchell
Maybe in this song you shouldn't start by saying
Nigga I said it I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad I gotta go bad
Mmm mmm yeah
Drop drop drop drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine 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 they'd give your a*s a DP
Two civilian getting real like you PC
You know who really bang a set
My nigga YG
My nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And nigga Cole losin' sleep on this it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that **** fake tea
Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't read
I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention nigga say "Please"
Always rapping like you 'bout to get the slaves freed
You just acting like a activist it's make believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
You say you hate the girls I **** but what you really mean
I been with black and white and everything that's in between
You the black messiah wifing up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby **** I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him "Say cheese"
We could've left the kids out of this don't blame me
You a dog and you know it you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screamin' "Save me"
You did her dirty all her life you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty ******* sense to me
Ayy let that shorty breathe
Shake that a*s ***** hands on your knees
Hands on your knees hands on your knees
Shake that a*s for Drake now shake that a*s for free
Yeah yeah
Well not that kind of free I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave
Your man a little K we call that **** a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him I was staring 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
Nigga said "Uh uh"
Almost started reaching for my waist
Uh I was really really tryna keep it

Yeah
Let me stop playing around take this **** serious
You niggas is a joke I'll take it serious though
Yeah look
If Drake shooters doing TikToks nigga
Realest shooter in your gang that's P's brother y'all ain't getting **** shot nigga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto save it for a hip-hop nigga
Y'all don't ever be at home dawg you a souvenir out the gift shop nigga
Still mad about that one ho we ain't even ****
I just lip lock with her
I get active when it's war time
I ain't even really let my d**k drop nigga
What the ****
I heard Rick drop nigga
Talking something 'bout a nose job nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctors never told y'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars
Let a nigga rot kind of like your old job nigga
House sitting on some land
But it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
******* gotta drive two hours for you pay 'em just to give a blowjob nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's
These days that's a low ball nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list
Which one of my so called niggas
Which one of my so called niggas need a shell from the clip
Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas
Good kid m.A.A.d city van
We'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears running down my cheek laughing at you pussies dying it's a war cry
Weeknd music getting played in the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying just to find a tour guide
Abel run your ******* bread need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Lemme find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari
For a rapper take the nigga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact
The boss is a drugged out little punk sissy from the northside
Rakim talkin' **** again
Gassed cause you hit my BM first
Nigga do the math who I was hitting then
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talking 'bout your fit again
Probably gotta a have kid again 'fore you think of dropping any **** again
Even when you do drop they gon' say you shoulda modeled 'cause it's mid again
Smoking Fenty 'bout they shoulda put you on the first one tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea next time you cuddled in the bed again
She'll even tell ya leave the boy alone 'fore ya get your head split again
Pluto **** make me sick to my stomach we ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne he a ******* lame so I know he had to be a influence
These niggas had a plan
And they finally found a way to rope ya into it
Two separate albums dissing I just did a Kim to it nigga skim through it
Me and Savage had the h*es dripping wet at shows
Almost had to swim to it
K-Dot **** is only hitting hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross calling me the white boy
And the **** kind of got a ring to it
Cause all these rappers waving white flags
While the whole ******* club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight
Then come to the vigil with the candle light
Body after ******* body and you know Rick reading my Miranda Rights
I'm going on vacation now hope next time y'all planned it right
'Cause you gotta pay for saying my name guess now niggas understand the price
Nigga what
6ix
Kendrick just opened his mouth someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your Uncle at
'Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house
West Coast niggas do fades right
Come get this a*s whoopin' I'm handin' 'em out
You wanna take up for Pharrell
Then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease and desist is for h*es
Can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac Estate
And begged 'em to sue me and get that **** down
I'm losing perspective on beef Boi-1da send beat and I'll 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 charging you double for none
They shook about what I'ma say but texting your phone like we already won
You tell me what I shouldn't say but **** it my nigga it's already done
We already know it's a twenty-v-one we already know why you went number one
It's clearly because of The Boy the honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about "**** the Big Three" it's only Big D and it's video proof
Our sons should go play at the park
Two light skin kids that **** would be cute
Unless you don't want to be seen with anyone that isn't 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 you're Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your girl
Is it self defense 'cause she's bigger than you
Your back is up against the curb you digging for dirt
Should be digging for proof
Why did you move to New York
Is it 'cause you living that bachelor life
Proposed in 2015 but don't wanna make her your actual wife
I'm guessing this wedding ain't happening right
'Cause we know the girls that you actually like
Your darker secrets are coming to light
It's all on your face like what happened to Mike
Oh **** it's all making sense
Maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was praying his features would change
So people believe that he's actually white
Top would make you do a feature for change
Get on pop records and rap for the whites
And wait you say you brother Jermaine
But you wanted him to stay out of the light
Oh **** just follow me right
'Cause nothing you saying 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
This **** gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it right
Ya dead ya dead ya dead
There's no where to hide there's no where to hide
You know I mean
They hired a crisis management team
To clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
The picture you painted it ain't what it seems
Ya dead