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Family Affair
Dave East feat. Profit
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Yo, Dame Bees nigga
Prophet, what's good baby?
True hustler shit
Get money music, get money
Get money
Yeah
Get beats to your boy
Yeah
Uh
Uh
Compare me to Michael, I'm taking over shit
Cheddy play the don, we winning, the people notice it
Paper stacking like clothes, no longer folding it
A bomb to your door, explode as soon as you open it
Polo vest, white tee, Trues 36
Anybody ever heard me be like, "He murder shit"
Full speed living, I can feel the turbulence
Where I'm from, over some green, you'll leave permanent
Hard to manage pride, keep it humble
You gotta be an animal when living in the jungle
My lil' niggas in the hood clicking off a bundle
I'm 21, but to these other rappers I'm an uncle
I son niggas like dad do, these Jordans is mad new
Keep a cup of sauce, no Ragu
Niggas hear me coming, it's bad news
Flow is like cashews
I'm feeling like the Wu, cause my cash rules
I take off on you haters when I blow reefer
Light green got me faded like a low Caesar
Going deaf like my ear next to the speaker
Cause the loud get to banging like a Bose Tweeter
Purp by the liter, that's how it gotta be
Feds on the street, UC's tryna follow me
Still selling drugs, plenty trees in the alley street
Geeks spilling Dom P all on my Prada tee
Ain't no stopping me, that's what I'm saying
Go cuddy for the cheese, day and night, to the AM
Shoot you if you breathe wrong when you make a payment
I Usher for the paper like my last name Rayman
And I'm staying, you here, okay
Wanna be the resident, well nigga I'm the RA
Better than you ever been, even on my off day
Fuck a lot of bitches, burn rubbers like a car race
Big lip rims, Lara Croft face
Seats white bread, and she the parquet
Butter bitch on my joystick, arcade
Make her bag the fifth, then I sell it in the hallway
Same shit all day, write bricks and blow hay
Sitting on the bench, don't play, but I push weight
Pretty girls all up in my face, no Wale
Bitches on my dick, go quick like they on skates
East on stage, the crowd love me
Dutch blowing, hands in my pants, I'm Al Bundy
Keep a distance away from niggas who style funny
Come deeper than the Amp Isle, nigga we pile money
Construct zone, nigga I ain't off that
Come up off the bridge in the 'jects where I park at
Lil' kids on they bike right where the park at
Nine with a nine, and I'll ask you where your heart at
The old lady on the bench with a straw hat
Girls jumping double dutch across from where the narcs at
This kush'll scream at you like I texted in all caps
Run me some more laps, stamina right fall back
Connect beef in your cardio, get some more straps
Power that'll bend they body over like a sore back
My cousin Freaky hit my phone like, "Where the whores at?"
I'm in the studio with Rozay, yo A, pour that
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