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 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
‘Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all makin’ plenty fuckin’ sense to me
Ay, 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

Yuh, 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, 29 for the thot
Uh, I was really, really tryna keep it-
Yeah
Let’s stop playin’ around and take this shit serious, man
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 getting shit shot, nigga
I 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 wartime
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
‘Cause my last record deal was 400 M’s
These days, that’s a low ball, nigga
Ay

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 make 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 Ferrari 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 ’cause you hit my BM first
Nigga, do the math, who I was hittin’ then?
I ain’t even know you rapped still
‘Cause 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 ’cause 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
‘Cause 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, I hope next time
Y’all plan it right
‘Cause you gotta pay for sayin’ my name
Guess now niggas understand the price, nigga, what? (6ix)

Ay, Kendrick just opened his mouth
Someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your uncle at?
‘Cause 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 about what I’ma 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 light skin kids, that shit would be cute
Unless you don’t want to 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 ’cause 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 ’cause you livin’ that bachelor life?
Proposed in 2015
But don’t wanna make her your actual wife
I’m guessin’ this wedding ain’t happenin’, right?
‘Cause 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?
‘Cause nothin’ you sayin’ could bother me, right?
I get off the plane and nothing 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 calling 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