family ties Lyrics

Come to me, to me, to me, to me, to me

This is my favorite song in real life though

Ay, ay, ay

Bitch, I got that 10 and now I'm finna numb some pain

The city got too hot, I asked the Lord to make it rain

We ain't posted up, but my brothers, that's my gang

Let a goofy nigga try them, you get turned into a chain

Family so lame and they think this shit a game

But you threatenin' my mama, that's like asking for a grave

I ain't been to church since I was ten, I gotta pray

But if these niggas keep on testin' me, I probably won't be saved

I swear to God, just mark my fuckin' words

I still ain't healed, they killed my homie and that fuckin' hurt

This nigga tried to get up on me, he's a fuckin' perv

I'm back to dissin' cause y'all gettin' on my fuckin' nerves

I keep a tool like Bob the Builder cause I'm more like Ferb

I'm tellin' myself up in my room, smokin' fuckin' herbs

I ain't complacent bout that shit, these hoes is broken first

But when you hoes sayin' my name, I hope you tastin' dirt

Stupid bitch said I'm an OD off the shroom

Said that I be doin' dick with seven niggas in a room

Bitch, you suck on every nigga that you see and you on weed

Talkin' crazy to my mama, but you cryin' to Maxine

Get your motherfuckin' brother off that motherfuckin' lean

It's a hundred in a raq, but on my wrist it's six degrees

If that shit was on your chest and it's for me, you come to me

Bitches love to make some threats, but they ain't never on the scene, okay

And your sister fuckin' miserable to me

Talk about my story changin', hoe go change your fuckin' sheets

I ain't really got nobody, it's just me and my lil' beats

All these bitches pushin' 40 and they worried about Z

All these bitches pushin' 40 and they worried about Zan

All these bitches on my mama dick, but they can't keep a man

How y'all niggas sellin' drugs, but y'all babies need some clothes

Honestly, it's low of me to even rap about you hoes

And it's really giving pedo how you worried about my cookie

Bitches jealous cause I'm turnt around the city, they gon' book me

And my nigga out the way, but he gon' tweak if something shook me

Bitches barely got a house, but they concerned about my pussy

All you bitches haters and it shows

Bitches hatin' on my mama job, but she got two cars and a pole

Tryna say we used your house for prom, like that wasn't option four

Bitch, go find something to talk about before I swing this pole

Tired of hatin' shit and playin' shit, just let me make my songs

I'm the realest in this bitch until I'm motherfuckin' gone

Until I'm motherfuckin' gone

I'm the realest in this bitch until I'm motherfuckin' gone