Family Affair

(Reece, take 'em to church)

Yeah, it's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashing this shit
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm taking tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch
Ayy, a Audemar for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside living, understanding no business
If a fan be a fan, we stamp it and blitz it

Ayy, a baby bottle filled with Wock', grab a Sprite and twist it
I'm having mixed emotions, I'm staying out my feelings
And before it's all said and done, I'ma makе a killing
Money man, it's a thousand bands, can you flip it?

I'm tryna gеt these bands off, baby, I can't kick it
Should I drive the pack to the A? I'ma risk it
If I drop these pounds on you, have my money quickly
Lost the load, that shit hurt my stomach, it was sickening
Audemars Pateks and the Presis, I be switching
Blackout whip the binary, you know this bitch be glitching
Heard a nigga took your bitch and you ain't get no straightening
I should work for JPMorgan, baby, I be banking
TRS a Demon or if not, I'm in a spaceship
We don't do no arms or leg shots, we gon' face shit
You can't hang around the kid unless you try partake, bitch
Niggas out here fucking and complaining, that's the Ye' shit

Yeah, it's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashing this shit
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm taking tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch
Ayy, a Audemar for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside living, understanding no business
If a fan be a fan, we stamp it and blitz it

Uh, all this money in the world still won't fix it
My pain run deeper than a marathon, no ending it
Niggas sell they soul for a pint and an image
The triple cross always beat the devil, know the difference
You know we locked in
Money man in the city, we buy chopsticks
Niggas be running out of luck, but it's not this
Your life running out of time, don't get boxed in
Kept the block lit
Probably forgive, but I forget, not again
Really the voice of the trenches, it's not pretend
Pockets be tapped, I'm the motion, they tapping in
Set the play, leave it to them, I'm they rapper friend

Yeah, it's a hot car, I can't do the dash in this bitch
On a high speed, can't imagine crashing this shit
I'm a rockstar, I got all this cash on my wrist
I'm taking tabs on the trip, don't make me flash in this bitch
Ayy, a Audemar for a broken heart, couldn't fix it
Imagine if I didn't take them chances and risk it
I'm outside living, understanding no business
If a fan be a fan, we stamp it and blitz it