Songs Lyrics: Drake

FAMILY MATTERS

Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying

Nigga, 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

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

You know who really bang a set? My nigga YG

You know who really bang a set? My nigga Chuck T

You know who even bang a set out there is CB

And, nigga, Cole losin' sleep on this, it ain't me

You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea

Can't bе rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read

I mean it's truе a nigga slimed me for my AP

Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze

Out here beggin' for attention, nigga, 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 fuck, 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 shit, 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 fuckin' sense to me

Ayy, let that shorty breathe

Shake that ass, bitch, 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 nigga Dave

Your man a lil' K, we call that shit a mini Drac'

He always said I overlooked him, I was starin' straight