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Family Ties letra


Legendary shit, nigga (Yeah)
Legendary shit from here on out, nigga
Let's go

You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend
All of my bros keep a pole in possession
We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him
He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd

DJ T., Think OJ
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up (Ahaha)
Hol' up, brotha, hol' up, hol' up, man
Run that shit back, we gotta start that from the beginning
They gotta– they gotta catch all that
They gotta catch all that, run that shit back, DJ T
I told you niggas! (Yeah)
I told you niggas, this just the appetizer
February 25th, nigga

You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend
All of my bros keep a pole in possession
We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him
He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd
Hood ain't the same since my bro got arrested
I thank the Lord that he only got seven
Keep thinkin' I'm pussy, I'm blowin' this FN
You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grra, grra, grra)

Put up numbers like Kobe '07
I feel like I'm Mike in them Jordan 11s
Mixed stones in my bezel, the Rollie impressive (Woo, woo)
(Talk to 'em) Them lil' niggas still gotta get on my level
If they want smoke, then you know it's whatever
They rappin' 'bout blow that we know they not– (Stop it, ahah)
Uh, bro, they gotta stop this shit
Why every song 'bout a opp' and brick?
When they life really the opposite (Hahaha)
I just sit back and I watch this shit
Bust down the Benz so the watch can hit
The car was five hundred, so I can sit (Woo)
On the backseat, it's too hot from stick (Brrr)
Park right in front of the club (Yeah)
Ice on my neck like I'm Gunna and Thug
Cool with the hate 'cause it come with the love
This is my life, sex, money, and drugs (Uh)
I take my gun in the club (Yeah)
My bottles come in a tub (They comin')
Street résumé not a smudge (I know)
Smut on my name, that's a dub (Official)
That's on everything that I love (Woo)
I just give a nigga dub (Woo)
He gon' leave you swimmin' in blood (Woo)
He gon' come get it in blood

You know I'm a legend, bitch, you know I'm a legend
All of my bros keep a pole in possession
We shot at and missed, man, our Lord must have blessed him
He must have been prayin', like Lord is my shepherd
Hood ain't the same since my bro got arrested
I thank the Lord that he only got seven
Keep thinkin' I'm pussy, I'm blowin' this FN
You play if you want, get a hole in your melon (Grrr)

Free Cuda!
That's your bro, you should tell him that we got his low
And it's up when we catch him
I know the parolies, I know all the felons
They just came home, and they two overzealous
They know it's some piece in the house, they can smell it
They kick in your door, take it all then they bailin'
My homie gon' send fifty joints if I tell him
Said I can come get 'em, or he can just mail it
And you could just wire the bread or just sell it
And come back, and get fifty more when you ready
You think she a dime, but she really a seven
Her pussy on Only Fans, but she don't sell it (Ahaha)
I didn't pay anyway, I didn't sweat it
That pussy was garbage, so she coulda kept it
You say you that nigga if I let you tell 'em
When we asked about you, you really irrelevant
Niggas ain't try for that bag, they got settlement (Hahaha)

Let's settle it
Let's settle this shit, let's settle this shit once and for all, nigga
Smokin' on your top five pack tonight
We smokin' on your top five pack tonight (Here we go again)
God Don't Make Mistakes (Uh)

Now that I got your attention, I got to mention
I got some henchmen, they carry Glock with extension
They gonna pop if there's tension, goin' to school
Fucked up in class, man, I did not listen, got me detention
I use to jot on my composition
Shit I jotted got me hopping in Benzes
God as my witness, since I done got in the business
Shit has been stoppin' my friendships
I got to hustle and I got the knowledge and vision
I don't see no competition, they show a lot of resentment
You at the top, then I promise you I'm on a mission
Honestly, I'm in contention (Ha)
You drop a project, I'm not even flinching
Don't do me no favors
I don't need a nigga do me no favors (Nah)
My man, mama love, so bro say to get more yayo
Who knew the lil' nigga'd grow later to be a young pole sprayer
Teflon, four layers, he gon' up it on you if I okay it
I'm only gon' say it one time, man, you niggas better obey it
I'm the best, when y'all niggas gon' say it?
I ain't write this, no pen, no paper
Two mill' for the deal, nah, it ain't no paper
Bad bitch lookin' like Snoh Aalegra, I'ma get her throat later

Tsk, tsk, hah, I told y'all niggas, man
It's competition for dinner, it's competitio–
It's competition for the motherfuckin'–
For the appetizer, for the entrée, for it all, nigga
Free Cuda, free C's
Rest in piece Machine Gun Black
Long live the legend, DJ Shay
Everything for Wheeze, you already–

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