Lyrics Family - Prezi, Mozzy, Tree

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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