NoCap and Quando Rondo - Family

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Know my haters hate to see this
But I ain't goin' back broke
Don't judge what you hear
Judge what you know, ayy
If the devil call my phone I'ma answer it
Half a million stashed away just for my family
Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin
I'ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance
Go state-to-state this shit feel like human trafficking

Like I'm on a D-line I got a sack in
Like Shaquille we had to get a couple packs in
Pockets full got me lookin' bad built
You can hear the Adderalls in my ad-libs
I just fired my lawyer
I just bought a new lawyer
I spent some racks on my Charger, yeah
Driving in machines let the money count
Spent blue faces on a Rollie yeah buss down
Like y'all know
My niggas slime they think they all anacondas
Pose as a team so the clip got bananas
It's in the air we watch it fall on dancers
Yeah tats on my face like I'm a criminal
Everything that I do it be expensive
I don't regret it but I prolly ain't meant it
Stuck in the hood so my friend became a engine
Ayy real 'til I die like Emmitt
Took the Hardaway I didn't have a Penny
Pink slip haters thought that it was rented
I fast forward they was stuck at the beginning

Ayy I hear a Crip he ridin' 'round nightly in a Bentley, ayy
I put blue diamonds 'round the big B on the Bentley, ayy
Young project's finest on the TV that's so real yeah
Wrapped 'round my neck flawless diamonds 'cause I'm
They told me styling was a secret (secret)
So I steady scream on "Murder" oh I
Cartier glasses with the VVs
Same ones that been worn by Steve Urkel
But why you cappin' to the folks? You is not a don
They know I pistol for the Rover color crayon
Look at her hair go past her shoulders shawty so A-1
I think my heart gettin' colder even when in the sun
I did this shit (I'm going back on road)

Hate to see this
But I ain't goin' back broke
Don't judge what you hear
Judge what you know, ayy
If the devil call my phone I'ma answer it
Half a million stashed away just for my family
Ten thousand dollars on a fit just like a mannequin
I'ma drive this foreign whip just like an ambulance
Go state-to-state this shit feel like human trafficking

Written by:
Kobe Crawford, Tyquian Terrel Bowman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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