LJ Mafio$o - Family to Feed

Word done got out
That I’m holding the torch
So beware if you touch, you get Scorched
I’m a beast, I’m a dog, you a dork
If you play, you get popped like a cork
My dawgs used to hop off that porch
You fam or you food, they coming with forks
Don’t you put all of that capping on God
You stepping we gone send you to the lord
Hop in the coupe, & my niggas gone shoot
Put the burner on you
Bet you give up that LOOT
LISTEN closely fa snakes, could be part of your crew
LEARN, from all of the trials you went through
Put me in the booth, the lions is loose
Mafio$o, MINESET got the juice
I got the juice, put that on the loop
Can’t run from that choppa
You turn to a ghoul
Fuck with my niggas, you know we get rowdy
Feel like a champ, got rings like a Audi
Cabriolet, we gone take off the roof
22 with a red dot got him spooked
Got sticks like the Red Sox, you go poof
It wasn't no murder he took all the proof
When the album come out
It’s gone feel like a nuke
They looking for hits, got hit with the juke
Swing and they miss so we come with a blitz
Pick up the sack gotta bag it and flip
We stacking blue hunnids
They looking like Stitch
Run to the bank, I’m dashing like Vick
I don’t fuck with you Niggas
I stay out the mix
Been a rough week
Almost knocked out a zip
Missing my dawgs
I’m hitting my tip
Me and Kimp go to county
We breaking out Ticc
Playing them cards, I pull out a visa
I got my main saucy like some pizza
Fuck all them groupie hoes, I don’t need em
Talk to the lil bros, gotta teach em
I got that drip, it’s changing the climate
Rocking them custom ones, with the diamonds
Custom shit on my neck, see it shining
If you checking for it, can’t find it
I still kick it with the same niggas
That’s gang, we don’t trade, nigga
You the type of nigga sell out for pussy
You a fucking simp, that’s a shame nigga
Niggas be talking but they don’t want static
You fucking with Mano, this shit can get tragic
If I gotta shoot then I aim at the basket
Nigga I splashed it, put you in casket
A lot of family in the gutter
Got too many people that’s just tryna eat
Remember that nigga that robbed me
He ain’t around, not thinking it’s sweet
If I gotta hit the trenches, I’m gone hit that bitch with a piece
Going harder than these niggas, I got a mufucking family to feed
A lot of family in the gutter
Got too many people that’s just tryna eat
Remember that nigga that robbed me
He ain’t around, not thinking it’s sweet
If I gotta hit the trenches, I’m gone hit that bitch with a piece
Going harder than these niggas, I got a mufucking family to feed
I’m tryna get it, stack it to the ceiling
Take all my dawgs with me, so we winning
I got a glock cause a opp in the way
If I gotta kill him, then I gotta kill him
Momma depending on me, so it’s serious
Ain gone play about her, and that’s on period
Shawty like me and she say that I’m lyrical
She want that dick in the morning like cereal
Fuck the new niggas, I’m taking the lead
I’m at the table, I’m taking a seat
I know how niggas moving in the streets
That shit on my hip and I ain’t gotta reach
Ride like a dyke & you know that I’m strapped
Might have to wipe a nigga off the map
They speaking for me, you gotta relax
If they say that I did it, it’s probably cap
I’m tryna get on that TV
I need all the haters to see me
Diamonds is dancing like Breezy
Look at that shine, are those VV’s
I’m in my bag like lays chips
Don’t try to stop me, just lane switch
Found out my dawg was on lame shit
I just took it and dipped, I ain’t say shit
Can’t nobody say that they made this
Been solid, I know who I came with
G from the jump, I can’t change shit
Tryna shine like the sun, Fuck that shade shit
I wanna put my bruddas on the beach
I got a lot of people tryna eat
They want the fish, chicken, and the beef
Saying I want it all, tryna feast
A lot of family in the gutter
Got too many people that’s just tryna eat
Remember that nigga that robbed me
He ain’t around, not thinking it’s sweet
If I gotta hit the trenches, I’m gone hit that bitch with a piece
Going harder than these niggas, I got a mufucking family to feed
A lot of family in the gutter
Got too many people that’s just tryna eat
Remember that nigga that robbed me
He ain’t around, not thinking it’s sweet
If I gotta hit the trenches, I’m gone hit that bitch with a piece
Going harder than these niggas, I got a mufucking family to feed

Written by:
Leroy Holt Jr.

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