The fam lyrics

[Lil Boosie]
I just wanna show the world that I really do this sh*t
That I really make quality street music (know what I'm talking about)
And it ain't no mistake that I'm this good
I just done seen a lot (know what I'm talking about)

We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My n*gga you gotta feel it lil n*gga

I got my own voice (blessed), sing my own hooks (blessed)
Fresh fade nice smile I got my own looks (fresh)
I just like to make people happy (forreal)
Four kids I just like being a good daddy (best daddy)
But I'm a gangster and I rock shows (you ain't seen my shows)
A people person, so you know Lil Boosie got hoes
Damn hoes that's a figure of speech
Get a lot of sh*t like that when you listen to me
As for my fans, I love y'all straight up
Y'all apart of me so when they hate, they hate us
Money keep a n*gga going the better things (house)
Mane I take it to the bank I don't make it rain (boss)
But I'm fly like Weezy (waddup Weezy) plus the hood n*ggas
Mane they believe me like Jeezy (waddup Jeezy)
And I just like to have a good time hit the yo
Smoke one, and put my life in my rhymes
[Chorus]
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My n*gga you gotta feel it lil n*gga

[Lil Boosie]
Father forgive me I was raised on some real sh*t
So I can't sugar coat sh*t not a lil bit
Inside I'm sad about my daddy
Since I lost my grams I ain't been given a damn
But I still hold my head high and sometime I cry
But when I cry man I don't know why
I feel trapped to be a superstar (forreal)
A hundred thousand worth of jewelry to end it
And I spend it with no problem
You don't like badass then that's your problem M.O.B
Wouldn't give a damn if their hoes holla
Love cars, love broads with a passion
I ain't ever had sh*t so I'm flashin (do yo thing)
I work hard go and get it on the road seven months
Runnin seven-fifty off for shows get it
I'm hood rich, still smoking that good sh*t
Still got the same hood clique straight up

[Chorus]
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My n*gga you gotta feel it lil n*gga
[Webbie]
I told my teacher to her eyes I'ma make it there
She ain't even looked surprised gave me
Another F or a f*cking D happy you got a C
f*ck the world lately, be whatever you wanna be
Ain't nothing like a strong mind
And some confidence whenever you step out of line
It's a consequence we all overseas, we puffin weed
We'll make you n*ggas bleed yes in f*cking deed
Seven fourty-seven yelling seven fourty-seven
On the real we gotta be a couple miles from heaven
The world tried to pull us down but we ain't f*ckin let it
I would have did some of it different but I don't regret it
That's one thing about me though I never been a quitter
That seizure sh*t crazy, shout out to the hospital
Rest in peace ma I'ma be on TV (watch)
Young Savage, Sweet Jones, Trill Family

[Chorus]
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My brotha you gotta feel it lil hustla
We gon' show the world, the definition of real sh*t
My n*gga you gotta feel it lil n*gga