| Turn the radio up and we can have a good time
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| Got me feeling like J.J. |
| on Good Times
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| Back when Thelma had that ass, hope the fam good
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| My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good
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| Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters
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| Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders
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| Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters
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| Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping Sammy Adams
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| Now I’m rollin', iPhone Stolen
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| Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
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| Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden
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| Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling
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| Til we strike out, we just hoping we don’t strike out
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| 4th quarter, how you gon go and take Mike out?
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| Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out
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| Riding getting nice cause it’s nice out
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| Let’s land in the land where the Famo stay
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| Grind all day til the fam okay
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| It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
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| For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
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| Let’s land in the land where the Famo stay
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| Grind all day til the fam okay
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| It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
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| For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
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| Don’t wake up, don’t wake up, don’t wake up too fast
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| Don’t make up your mind, you should flake on that class
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| Sing all you want, just don’t Drake on they ass
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| Shore you got drive, don’t turn fake on they ass
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| Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck
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| Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck
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| Bizarro, my carro, I borrowed from Chuck
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| A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe
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| No money for the meter when I’m parkin' em
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| Gassed than a bitch no car with him
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| Market him, tell him that he’s buzzing like a game operation with Parkinsons
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| Young kid rappers, kidnappers
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| Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya
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| Will get at you, come get at you
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| Wanna break ya off, Come Kit-Kat you
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| Now the team work make the dream work
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| Go ahead and send an application if you need work
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| If it need hurt, then I’m a bring hurt
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| How you finna see the clouds if you never seen dirt
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| Now you finna play it loud, listen how it’s goin down
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| Didn’t know the name before bet you niggas know it now
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| Chi-City niggy, made a 50 out a penny
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| Got some titties at the cribby and the Savemoney with me and we going in
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| Going all out for them hoes again
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| Now I’m fin to bring the fucking flow and bend it back
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| And show it’s more to this than rap
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| Love my parents for supporting cause they know I’m finna crack
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| Know my niggas got my back, got some niggas selling packs
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| But I’m tryin' to get em cheese so I can get em out the trap
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| Now my figures getting fat, a lot of hoes be tryin' to jack
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| But I got her on my lap, All she do is make it clap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Family , by - Chance The Rapper. Song from the album 10 Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп