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Lets land in the land where the famo stay,
grind all day till the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
for the fam of my friends when my mans go away.
Lets land in the land where the famo stay,
grind all day till the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
for the fam of my friends when my mans go away.
Lets land in the land where the famo stay,
grind all day till the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
for the fam of my friends when my mans go away.
Turn the radio up
and we can have a good time
got me feeling like JJ on Good Times
back when Thelma had that ass, off the fam good
my sister said she likes my rap cause it sounds good
Told me not to cut corners, used to cut quarters
Sitting in the room, on the phone cooking up orders
Till my pops popped me off that was family matters
Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping sammy adams
Now i'm rollin', iPhone stolen
Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'
Trying to live our lives, like our lives so golden
Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling
Till we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out
4th quarter, how you gon go and take mike out?
Summertime chi I had to pull the bike out
Riding gettin' nice cause it's nice out
Let's land in the land where the famo stay
Grind all day till the fam okay
It still warms my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Lets land in the land where the famo stay,
grind all day till the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
for the fam of my friends when my mans go away.
Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast
Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class
Sing all you want, just don't drake on they ass
Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass
Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck
Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck
Bizarro, my carro, I borrowed from chuck
A new SLR and ferraro deluxe
No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em
Gassed than a bitch no car with him
Market him, tell him that he's buzzing like a game of operation with parkinsons
Young kid rappers, young kidnappers, young whipper snapper
That'll whip past ya
Will get at you, come get at you
Wanna break ya off, Come Kit-Kat ya
let's land in the land where the famo stay
Grind all day till the fam okay
still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
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