Karaoké Family Matters Drake

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

Hmm hmm yeah

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag

Twenty-nine 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 be rappin' 'bout no rattin' that we can't read

I mean it's true 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

'Cos 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

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

Nigga said Uh uh

Almost started reachin' for my waist

Drop, drop, drop, drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag

Twenty-nine for the thot

Uh

I was really, really tryna keep it

Yeah

Let me stop playin' around

Let me take this shit serious like

Niggas is a joke

I take it serious though

Yeah

Look

If Drake shooters doin' TikToks nigga realest shooter in your gang

That's P's brother

Y'all ain't gettin' shit shot nigga

Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto

Save it for a hip-hop nigga

You don't even be at home dog

You a souvenir out-the-gift-shop nigga

Still mad about that one ho

We ain't even fuck

I just lip-locked with her

I get active when it's war time

I ain't even really let my dick drop nigga

What the fuck I heard

Rick drop nigga

Talkin' somethin' 'bout a nose job nigga

Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all niggas

Put a nigga in the bars

Let a nigga rot

Kind of like your old job nigga

House sittin' on some land but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas

Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob nigga

Must've snorted up a snowball 'cos my last record deal was four hundred M's

These days that's a low ball nigga

Ayy

Who's next on the list

Which one of my so-called niggas

Which one of my so-called niggas

Which one of my so-called niggas need a shell from the clip

Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas

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 pussies 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 fuckin' bread

Need to buy some more chains for some more guys

Let me find another street nigga

I can take to the game courtside

Let me get a used Ferrar for a rapper

Take the nigga 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' shit again

Gassed 'cos you hit my BM first

Nigga do the math

Who I was hittin' then

I ain't even know you rapped still 'cos they only talkin' 'bout your 'fit again

Probably gotta have a kid again 'fore you think of droppin' any shit again

Even when you do drop they gon' say you should've modeled 'cos 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 shit make me sick to my stomach

We ain't never really been through it

Leland Wayne

He a fuckin' lame so I know he had to be an influence

These niggas 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

Nigga skim through it

Me and Savage had the hoes drippin' wet at shows

Almost had to swim to it

K-Dot shit is only hittin' hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it

Ross callin' me the white boy and the shit kind of got a ring to it

'Cos all these rappers wavin' white flags while the whole fuckin' club sing to it

Murder scene on your man tonight then come to the vigil with the candlelight

Body after fuckin' body and you know Rick readin' my Miranda rights

I'm goin' on vacation now

Hope next time y'all plan it right

'Cos you gotta pay for sayin' my name

Guess now niggas understand the price

Nigga what

Ayy

Kendrick just opened his mouth

Someone go hand him a Grammy right now

Where is your uncle at

'Cos I wanna talk to the man of the house

West Coast niggas 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 shit down

I'm losin' perspective on beef

Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill 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 'bout what Imma say but textin' your phone like We already won

You tell me what I shouldn't say but fuck it my nigga 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 Fuck 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 shit would be cute

Unless you don't wanna 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 'cos 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 'cos you livin' that bachelor life

Proposed in twenty-fifteen but don't wanna make her your actual wife

I'm guessin' this weddin' ain't happenin' right 'cos 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 shit

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 shit

Just follow me right

'Cos nothin' you sayin' could bother me right

I get off the plane and nothin' 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 shit gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's callin' 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