Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Family , by - PreziRelease date: 18.01.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Family |
| Intro: |
| Hey yea |
| Hey yea |
| (My mind is made) |
| My mind is made |
| I came too far to run away… |
| Verse 1: |
| Long way up out them projects, just wanna make my mama proud |
| Head to the sky like «If grams could just see me now «Kids wanna be me now, they wanna take my picture now |
| I’ll go to hell and back just to see my daughter smile |
| This shit mean a lot cuz this is rare for a nigga (It is) |
| Hard times have you feeling they ain’t care for a nigga |
| When the judge tried to hang me they was scared for a nigga |
| But every court by my side cuz they was there for a nigga |
| Old friends turn to foes, old bitches turn to hoes |
| Came a long way from wearing my brother’s clothes |
| Had a bunch of dirty dishes and them pots on the stove |
| Moms ain’t see me in the room, she put the pack in her nose |
| Shout out my baby moms, cuz she gave me a blessin' |
| No matter what i did, her loyalty was never a question |
| Had no money for them new Jays, just tryna make a new play |
| I wasn’t in class, was sellin' dope on them school days |
| Hook: |
| My mind is made |
| I came too far to run away |
| Blood in these streets and i know |
| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Plotted on me |
| Now you wanna play with me |
| Got on my knees |
| Told 'em all i need is family |
| Verse 2: |
| Aye, I’ll never put this gun away |
| Put in too much work for me to up and run away |
| Gangland caught a sucka' loafin' just the other day |
| Betta' keep it on you if you tryna' see another day |
| Ain’t nowhere to run away, 15 I ran away |
| Fucked my life off now I run around and educate it |
| Loyal to the soil that I’m bangin' nigga dedicated |
| I’m from the struggle and without it, wouldn’t never made it |
| We went and copped a 50 bundle out of desperation |
| 30 day eviction notice nigga had to pay it |
| It’s brazy when you see your name inside them affidavits |
| Tell my thugs doing time, «Blood finally made it «And we don’t do no conversatin' or cooperatin' |
| Dry snitchin' prohibited, you are not a gangsta |
| I’m top rankin', throw a blanket on that boy body |
| Ever since i caught a body, I been |
| Hook: |
| My mind is made |
| I came too far to run away |
| Blood in these streets and i know |
| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Plotted on me |
| Now you wanna play with me |
| Got on my knees |
| Told 'em all i need is family |
| Verse 3: |
| Pops wasn’t there for me, moms ain’t have all the answers |
| Uncle was my father figure, then he lost his life to cancer |
| Niggas stuggled comin' up, but Ian complain about it |
| Ja’el died at 19, shit ain’t been the same without him |
| Wit it or you wasn’t could’t strattle the fence |
| Murder case indictments got my shooters back on the bench |
| Claimin' you a real nigga but you backin' a snitch |
| I owe my, lawyers a lot, they got me back in the mix |
| How the fuck you worried bout what the next nigga ate |
| That’s why you broke and be eatin' off the next nigga plate |
| I’m in my, own lane you in the next nigga way |
| Tryna make a couple dollars off the next nigga plate |
| I made it on my own you couldn’t walk in my shoes |
| I love the, feelings of money i be thumbing through blues |
| Fake smiles, shit that’s all i see |
| Fuck friends, family all i need |
| Ending Hook: |
| My mind is made |
| I came too far to run away |
| Blood in these streets and i know |
| You couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Plotted on me |
| Now you wanna play with me |
| Got on my knees |
| Told 'em all i need is family |
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| MAAN THIS SHIT SLAAP OMM !! |