​family ties (Original) lyrics

by

Baby Keem


[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Hittin' that fire (Hah), jump in that whip (Hah), thumb in that b*tch
c*m in that b*tch (Ho), drummin' that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin' that b*tch (Huh, say, huh)

[Verse 1: Baby Keem]
I keep playin' with the dead (With the dead)
Family ties, with the burdens in my head (They in my head)
I keep tabs on the ones that mean no good (They mean no good)
They all act when I tap back in the hood
Amino acids for the kids
Raised around the fire, alcoholics on the ledge
Racin' to the lobby, Ricky Bobby on yo' body, oh
I keep gang beside me, whole autopsy on the Audi, yo

[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Hittin' that fire (Hah), jump in that whip (Hah), thumb in that b*tch
c*m in that b*tch (Ho), drummin' that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin' that b*tch

[Verse 2: Baby Keem]
I'm the black Johnny Cage (I am)
Rap Johnny Cage (I am)
Slaps on your face (Tick)
Slap, more like tacks, get the racks on your face (Tick)
Fakes in '08 (Tick), Jakes in '08
Don't take a stone to the head
Dawg, stone edge, never turned up dead (Tick)
Dawg, remember mama pushed me to the edge
Dawg, one bedroom, only had one bed (Tick)
Shoutout to the dead dawg, I'm a big dawg
Bad b*tch lookin' for the handoff
Twelve more shows, kill 'em, dead dawg
Twelve million, let the best label win, dawg
Young n*gga, p*ssed off (Uh-huh), I'm ashamed of you b*tch, care to p*ss off? (Uh-huh)
We don't ever know who did it, I'ma f*ck one time, make her c*m, then quit it
I was in the projects, needles in the room
Cut the lights off and the beetles in the room
Cold than a b*tch, left fetal in the room
But still, a n*gga had ego in the room
Seven years later I became two-phoned
It's a night show, bad b*tch, theme song
Rome in the city, new b*tches got plenty
But I'm blockin' out the noise, shut the f*ck up, Keem's home (pus*y)
[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Ayy, hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Fire, hah), jump in that b*tch
Hittin' that fire (Hah), jump in that whip (Hah), thumb in that b*tch
c*m in that b*tch (Ho), drummin' that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin' that b*tch

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Pray to the omega, pgLang, Rollie gang, SIE
Don't you address me unless it's with four letters (G.O.A.T.)
I thought you'd known better
I been duckin' the pandemic, I been duckin' the social gimmicks
I been duckin' the overnight activists, yeah
I'm not a trending topic, I'm a prophet
I answer to Metatron and Gabriel (Ah, ah, ah)
b*tch, ain't no discrepancies
I am a legacy, I come from the '70s
The Al Green offspring, guns and the melody
The big shot, wrist on cryotherapy
Soon as I press that button
n*gga better get right like the ambulance comin'
Us two ain't alike, he ain't been through nothin'
Dave Free got at least one B in the oven
I'm trippin', I'm juggin', my mental is—
Amazing, brother
Pop out, only on occasions, brother
Rich n*gga, round Caucasian, brother
Go figure, never caught cases, brother
Gracious, brother, face it, brother
New flows comin', be patient, brother
Show my ass and take y'all to class, I can multitask like Megan, brother
Pause
2021, I ain't takin' no prisoners
Last year, y'all f*cked up all the listeners
Who went platinum? I call that a visitor
Who the f*ck backin' 'em? It's all been falsified
The facts mean this is a vaccine and the game need me to survive
The Elohim, the rebirth
Before you get to the Father, you gotta holla at me first, b*tch
[Chorus: Baby Keem]
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), summon that b*tch
Jump in that— (Hah, hah), jump in that fire (Hah), jump in that b*tch
Hittin' that fire (Hah), jump in that whip (Hah), thumb in that b*tch
c*m in that b*tch (Ho), drummin' that— (Hah, hah)
Drummin' that b*tch
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