Family Over Fame lyrics

by

Drake


[Intro]
Yeah
Strong and Loyal
Day one, uh

[Verse]
f*ck Facebook, I ain't on the internet
I've got no time to spare so I'm with my fam
Catch me with my little brother in the ends
My circle's small I ain't got a million friends
I still got fam in jail I ain't visit them
Lieks could die tomorrow thinkin’ that I didn't care
And people wanna talk sh*t got their fingers flexed
Big behind computer screens, smaller when they in the flesh
All these c*nts wanna kill me, they ain't kill me yet
It's get rich or die tryin’ like 50 Cent
All I want is six figures in my bank
But for now I'm still workin’ and flippin’ Zs
Got youngins on the high that will sit in pen
Pour rain broad day and it ain't winter yet
It ain't anything to them to stick a shiv in man
Real talk don I've seen grown men sh*t their pants
I used to feel bad for them when was Will was there
Cause he would show ‘em no mercy, he didn't care
I remember way back we were chillin and
Someone tried to stick him up, in his guts a shivva went
Disrespect and wish for death, white collars drippin’ red
Calm before the storm, when it rains it pours; schizophrenic
Dream of freedom when you're sleeping in a prison bed
Gloves on, safety off cause no one wants to live in debt
CCTV got me thinkin’ feds
Once bitten, twice shy, I ain't gonna slit again
Lieks up in country, he ain't on a holiday
Shank in the inner line, bench press alotta weight
Fans and friends turn to dogs and snakes, gronks and fakes
Catch me pourin liquor out, p*ssin on a copper's grave
People like 'f*ck money' happy if they got their health
But I was born sick so I've got some rocks to sell
Thinkin bout robbin banks, we ain't got a common wealth
They're fat, I'm skinny, nickin’ dinner off the shelves
Sticky fingers lots of help, when I need to eat right
Lean beef, steamed rice, chicken breast, green vines
Opposite to Eastside, Western like three-five
Hungry as tea time, busier than [?]
Two-fifty for an oz that's a cheap price
Lemon so good have you runnin’ back rewind
My birds fly north but I grow ‘em in the south
With my brotherhood plants growin’ in the house
So much lemon it won't fit on the scales
I'm flying birds cause I can't send bricks in the mail
Got fam doin’ stretches no exercise, yeah
But they still gettin’ fit on the pedal bike
My brothers on the bench I ain't talkin bout the sidelines
A hundred on his chest, when he went in he was my size
To try and stop the pain I'm sippin Night-Time
I'm beyond blue, lookin for a lifeline
I'll turn a punch on into a knife fight
If you don't believe me come and look in my eyes
Nah I lied, if you don't believe me come try
You're a pus*y but you don't have nine lives
Cruisin’ while I'm sky high, got me thinkin’ drive-by’s
Death to my enemies, my donny let’s firefight
These ain't the states where we shoot guns and drive for turf
Double barrel shotty, West City fireworks
You're only doin minor dirt, my fam put in overtime
I only have to tell ‘em once, never have I spoken twice
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