• Title:Family Matters (Explicit)
  • Artist:Drake
  • Album:Family Matters (Explicit)
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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

    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
    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
    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