Family Matters (RHYMEBOOK AI REMIX)

Tears running down my cheek.

Laughing at you pussy dying, it's

a war cry.

[echoing] Look at music getting played

in all the spots, where boys

got a little more pride.

That's why all your friends, dipping

to Atlanta, paying just to find

a tour guide.

Able run your fucking bread.

Need to buy some more chains,

for some more guys.

Let me find another street player,

I can take to the game

courtside.

Let me get a used Ferrari,

for a rapper.

Take the player on a horse

ride, anything to take the spotlight.

Off the fact the boss is

a drug out, little punk sissy

from the North side.

Rock Kim talking ish again.

Cash, 'cause you hit my BM

first.

Played through the math while I

was hitting then.

I ain't even know you rap

still, 'cause they only talk about

your fit again.

Probably gotta have a kid again,

before you think of dropping any

ish again.

Even when you do drop, they

gonna say you should.

Model, 'cause admit again, smoke a

fetty body.

Shoulda put you on the first

one.

Trying to get it in, ask

friend if it's a good idea.

Next time you cuddling in the

bed again, ish, leave it till

you leave the boy alone.

Before you get your head split

again, Tudor ish make me sick

to my stomach.

We ain't never really been through

it.

Lil Wayne, he a fucking lame,

so I know he had to

be an influence.

These players had a plan, and

they finally found a way to

rope you into it.

Two separate albums dissing, I just

did a Kim to it, play

skim through it.

Me and Savage had the flows,

dripping wet as shows, almost had

to swim to it.

Thank God, ish is only hitting

hard, when Baby Keem put his

pen to it.

Ross calling me the white boy,

and the ish kinda got a

ring to it.

'Cause all these rappers waving white

flags, while the whole fucking crowd

sing to it.

[echoing]