"Family" lyrics
Gotta pay attention to your phone calls when you ain't got a goddamn thing
Pay attention to who call your phone and check on you when you ain't got a goddamn thing
When you're goin' through something, when you're down and out
When you— w-w-when you— when you just busted and disgusted and ain't got nothin' goin' on, no kinda motion
Pay attention to who still call your phone around that time
Versus payin' attention to when you do get some motion, when you do got something goin' on and your money right
When you're livin' your best life
Broke her heart and I left her in critical (Bae, wake up, Duwap posted)
I'm a player, don't get too political
She lovin' on me, I'm original
She eatin' me up, she a cannibal
Told my accountant better take my 100K out, bitch, you accountable
Watch how I tell them niggas that hold on you 'cause you valuable
Still can't fit all of this weed, go in the kitchen and get a bowl
I'm feedin' the streets 'til my body cold, fuck I look like sellin' my soul?
'Fore I do that, I'ma sell dope
Said I love her, she forgot that I tell jokes
"Duwap, do you wanna go broke?" Hell no
Not one person on this Earth that's impeccable
Is you with me or against me? I can't tell
Keep me far away her, just [?]
I'm just like Santa, I know you been naughty, girl
Boy, they love to see me, now they take the bail
One thing I'ma do is protect my child, for my daughter, I'll put the drugs down
When I started that Beamer, sound like Tommy guns when I ride down
Fake niggas treat you like the bad guy
Old niggas think they can tell no lies
Ho niggas only pick on small guys
Hit the nearest Wendy's, get a small fry
I ain't bougee, I ain't just eatin' ribeye
Couple songs got a mill' on the cool side
Not bad for a nigga from the southside
Yeah, I smell like a pound in my ride
You might wanna love your girl 'fore I bring her to my world
You might wanna love your girl before I fuck your girl
Barely can see my family, is this how it's supposed to be? (Damn)
Is this what it's supposed to be? Can't see the ones close to me
Couple of years since I've seen my daughter, she not even knowin' the baby bottle no more
On October 16th she turned 4, Lord heard me cry, can't cry no more
God, please remove this heavy load, don't know why they thought Kaine was a ho
Tour life shit, nigga, I miss the road (Tour life shit, nigga, I miss the road)
Fuck that chain gang shit, nigga, I miss my bro
I just wanna sit down with a snitch nigga and ask him why you told
Real stand up nigga, so it's my job not to fold (Fold, fold)
I like to do opera on my songs, like Figaro (Figaro, Figaro, oh)
Go, go, go, go
Pay attention to who call your phone and check on you when you ain't got a goddamn thing
When you're goin' through something, when you're down and out
When you— w-w-when you— when you just busted and disgusted and ain't got nothin' goin' on, no kinda motion
Pay attention to who still call your phone around that time
Versus payin' attention to when you do get some motion, when you do got something goin' on and your money right
When you're livin' your best life
Broke her heart and I left her in critical (Bae, wake up, Duwap posted)
I'm a player, don't get too political
She lovin' on me, I'm original
She eatin' me up, she a cannibal
Told my accountant better take my 100K out, bitch, you accountable
Watch how I tell them niggas that hold on you 'cause you valuable
Still can't fit all of this weed, go in the kitchen and get a bowl
I'm feedin' the streets 'til my body cold, fuck I look like sellin' my soul?
'Fore I do that, I'ma sell dope
Said I love her, she forgot that I tell jokes
"Duwap, do you wanna go broke?" Hell no
Not one person on this Earth that's impeccable
Is you with me or against me? I can't tell
Keep me far away her, just [?]
I'm just like Santa, I know you been naughty, girl
Boy, they love to see me, now they take the bail
One thing I'ma do is protect my child, for my daughter, I'll put the drugs down
When I started that Beamer, sound like Tommy guns when I ride down
Fake niggas treat you like the bad guy
Old niggas think they can tell no lies
Ho niggas only pick on small guys
Hit the nearest Wendy's, get a small fry
I ain't bougee, I ain't just eatin' ribeye
Couple songs got a mill' on the cool side
Not bad for a nigga from the southside
Yeah, I smell like a pound in my ride
You might wanna love your girl 'fore I bring her to my world
You might wanna love your girl before I fuck your girl
Barely can see my family, is this how it's supposed to be? (Damn)
Is this what it's supposed to be? Can't see the ones close to me
Couple of years since I've seen my daughter, she not even knowin' the baby bottle no more
On October 16th she turned 4, Lord heard me cry, can't cry no more
God, please remove this heavy load, don't know why they thought Kaine was a ho
Tour life shit, nigga, I miss the road (Tour life shit, nigga, I miss the road)
Fuck that chain gang shit, nigga, I miss my bro
I just wanna sit down with a snitch nigga and ask him why you told
Real stand up nigga, so it's my job not to fold (Fold, fold)
I like to do opera on my songs, like Figaro (Figaro, Figaro, oh)
Go, go, go, go
