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spectre (rapper) - family matters كلمات الأغنية

[part i]

[intro: spectre & spectre mom]
maybe in this song, you shouldn’t start by saying
n_gga, i said it, i know that you mad
i’ve emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
you mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad
i gotta go bad, i gotta go bad

[chorus]
mm, mm, yeah
drop, drop, drop, drop
drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
drop a fifty bag, 29 for the thot
uh, i was really, really tryna keep it pg
i was really, really tryna keep it pg
if you had a set, they’d give your ass a dp
but you civilian gang, in real life, you pc

[verse]
you know who really bang a set? my n_gga yg
you know who really bang a set? my n_gga chuck t
you know who even bang a set out there is cb
and, n_gga, cole losin’ sleep on this, it ain’t me
you better have some paperwork or that sh_t fake tea
can’t be rappin’ ’bout no rattin’ that we can’t read
i mean it’s true a n_gga slimed me for my ap
just like how metro n_gga slimed him for his main squeeze
out here beggin’ for attention, n_gga, say please
always rappin’ like you ’bout to get the slaves freed
you just actin’ like an activist, it’s make_believe
don’t even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
say you hate the girls i f_ck, but what you really mean?
i been with black and white and everything that’s in between
you the black messiah wifin’ up a mixed queen
and hit vanilla cream to help out with your self_esteem
on some bobby sh_t, i wanna know what whitney need
all that puppy love was over in y’all late teens
why you never hold your son and tell him, “say cheese”?
we could’ve left the kids out of this, don’t blame me
you a dog and you know it, you just play sweet
your baby mama captions always screamin’, “save me”
you did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace
i heard that one of ’em little kids might be dave free
don’t make it dave free’s
’cause if your gm is your bm secret bd
then this is all makin’ plenty f_ckin’ sense to me
ayy, let that shorty breathe
shake that ass, b_tch, hands on your knees
hands on your knees, hands on your knees
shake that ass for drake, now shake that ass for free
yeah, yeah
well, not that kind of free, i’m talkin’ ’bout my n_gga dave
your man a lil’ k, we call that sh_t a mini drac’
he always said i overlooked him, i was starin’ straight
these bars go over kenny head no matter what i say
i know you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase
knew it was smoke when abel hit us with the serenade
n_gga said, “uh, uh”
almost started reachin’ for my waist
[chorus]
drop, drop, drop, drop
drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
drop a fifty bag, 29 for the thot
uh, i was really, really tryna keep it—

[part ii]

[intro]
yeah
let me stop playin’ around, let me take this sh_t serious, like
n_ggas is a joke, i take it serious, though
yeah, look

[verse]
if drake shooters doing tiktoks, n_gga
realest shooter in your gang, that’s p’s brother, y’all ain’t getting sh_t shot, n_gga
can’t listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip_hop n_gga
you don’t even be at home, dog, you a souvenir_out_the_gift_shop n_gga
still mad about that one ho, we ain’t even f_ck, i just lip_locked with her
i get active when it’s war time, i ain’t even really let my d_ck drop, n_gga
what the f_ck i heard rick drop, n_gga? talkin’ somethin’ ’bout a nose job, n_gga
ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y’all n_ggas
put a n_gga in the bars, let a n_gga rot, kind of like your old job, n_gga
house sittin’ on some land, but it’s out where no one even really know y’all n_ggas
b_tches gotta drive two hours ‘fore you pay ’em just to give a bl_wj_b, n_gga
must’ve snorted up a snowball
’cause my last record deal was four hundred m’s, these days, that’s a low ball, n_gga
ayy
who’s next on the list?
which one of my so_called n_ggas
which one of my so_called n_ggas
which one of my so_called n_ggas need a sh_ll from the clip?
always knew i had to smoke y’all n_ggas
good kid, m.a.a.d city van, we’ll pop the latch and let the door slide
tears runnin’ down my cheek, laughin’ at you p_ssies dyin’, it’s a war cry
weeknd music gettin’ played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride
that’s why all your friends dippin’ to atlanta, payin’ just to find a tour guide
abel, run your f_ckin’ bread, need to buy some more chains for some more guys
let me find another street n_gga i can take to the game courtside
let me get a used ferrari for a rapper, take the n_gga on a horse ride
anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged_out lil’ punk sissy from the northside
rakim talkin’ sh_t again
gassed ’cause you hit my bm first, n_gga, do the math, who i was hittin’ then?
i ain’t even know you rapped still ’cause they only talkin’ ’bout your ‘fit again
probably gotta have a kid again ‘fore you think of droppin’ any sh_t again
even when you do drop, they gon’ say you should’ve modeled ’cause it’s mid again
smokin’ fenty ’bout it, should’ve put you on the first one, tryna get it in
ask fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that bed again
she’ll even tell you leave the boy alone ‘fore you get your head split again
pluto sh_t make me sick to my stomach, we ain’t never really been through it
leland wayne, he a f_ckin’ lame, so i know he had to be an influence
these n_ggas had a plan and they finally found a way to rope you into it
two separate albums dissin’, i just did a kim to it, n_gga, skim through it
me and savage had the hoes drippin’ wet at shows, almost had to swim to it
k_dot sh_t is only hittin’ hard when baby keem put his pen to it
ross callin’ me the white boy and the sh_t kind of got a ring to it
’cause all these rappers wavin’ white flags while the whole f_ckin’ club sing to it
murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candlelight
body after f_ckin’ body and you know rick readin’ my miranda rights
i’m goin’ on vacation now, hope next time y’all plan it right
’cause you gotta pay for sayin’ my name, guess now n_ggas understand the price
n_gga, what? (6ix)
[part iii]

[verse]
ayy
kendrick just opened his mouth, someone go hand him a grammy right now
where is your uncle at? ’cause i wanna talk to the man of the house
west coast n_ggas do fades, right? come get this ass whoopin’, i’m handin’ ’em out
you wanna take up for pharrell? then come get his legacy out of my house
a cease and desist is for hoes, can’t listen to lies that come out of your mouth
you called the tupac estate and begged ’em to sue me and get that sh_t down
i’m losin’ perspective on beef, boi_1da send beat and i’ll k!ll you for fun
your daddy got robbed by top, you stunna and wayne, like father, like son
anthony set up the plays, kojo be chargin’ you double for nothin’
they shook about what i’ma say, but textin’ your phone like, “we already won”
you tell me what i shouldn’t say, but f_ck it, my n_gga, it’s already done
we already know it’s a twenty_v_one, we already know why you went number one
it’s clearly because of the boy, the honorable thing is to give me the loot
you right about “f_ck the big three,” it’s only big d, and there’s video proof
our sons should go play at the park, two lightskin kids, that sh_t would be cute
unless you don’t want to be seen with anyone that isn’t blacker than you
we get it, we got it
the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
we get that you like to put gin in your juice
we get that you think that you bishop in juice
when you put your hands on your girl, is it self_defense ’cause she bigger than you?
your back is up against the curb, you diggin’ for dirt, should be diggin’ for proof
why did you move to new york? is it ’cause you livin’ that bachelor life?
proposed in 2015, but don’t wanna make her your actual wife
i’m guessin’ this wedding ain’t happenin’, right?
’cause we know the girls that you actually like
your darkest secrets are comin’ to light
it’s all on your face like what happened to mike
oh sh_t, it’s all makin’ sense, maybe i’m prince and you actually mike
michael was prayin’ his features would change so people believe that he’s actually white
top would make you do features for change, get on pop records and rap for the whites
and wait, you say your brother jermaine, but you wanted him to stay out of the light
oh sh_t, just follow me, right? ’cause nothin’ you sayin’ could bother me, right?
i get off the plane and nothing has changed, i head to delilah with all of my ice
head to delilah with all of my ice, head to delilah with all of my ice
this sh_t gotta be over by now for anyone out here that’s calling it, right?
you’re dead
you’re dead, you’re dead
there’s nowhere to hide, there’s nowhere to hide, you know what i mean
they hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
the picture you painted ain’t what it seem, you’re dead

- spectre rapper

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