Intro:
Family first, you know what the fuck going on, and I got sum’ to prove on these niggas (of course) T.A.X.!
Verse 1:
I was taught that family come first, la familia
You acting like a bitch, then you a bitch and we get rid of ya
Grew up rough, a diamond in the ruff straight from Nibia
Just talked to my brody he said, “It’s time to turn the city up”
He don’t want no beef that nigga sweeter than some Cheerios
They gotta feel me when they hear me, fuck the videos
Can’t knock me off the ground, I’m 10 down like I’m on tippy toes
If you ain’t with the gang, then you can’t hang, that’s just how it goes
I was broke as hell in that cold, stealing from them stores
You niggas ain’t ever held yo own, and it clearly shows
My niggas’ll really beat yo ass, don’t need a pole
Trained to go, came out the womb gifted, I’m the billy goat
A man who stands for nothing falls for anything
They sleeping on a nigga, bitch get up this is not a dream
Wake up in the morning feeling like I hit the lottery
You gotta keep them squares from out yo circle, real geometry
Hook:
But that’s life like biology, I love learning, but I hated school
Was really born to lose, but shit fuck it I got sum’ to prove
I was chose to win and win again, I fucking hate to lose
She not even my bitch, so I’m laughing when I see her choose
Quon that’s my dawg, and if he fall I gotta pull em’ through
Free Tyrail out That can, like Burning Sands you gotta see it through
All facts in these raps, why would I lie? I gotta tell the truth
It’s cold in these streets, but it’s Jamaica when I’m in the booth
Verse 2:
Fame ain’t shit, I been the man since like the age of 2
Of course if that’s my brother if I make it, then he make it too
When you making moves you gotta learn to take a L or 2
But it’s cool, life got ups and downs like a W
So I double back, fake shit, I ain’t got time for that
When niggas come around I move around like Perry the platypus
I was making subs and going to school, I ain’t have time to rap
I ain’t even got the hair for hats, I ain’t got time to cap
I ain’t a pussy so don’t push me, if you push me ain’t no falling back
I could really talk my shit, if they want real, then Imma bring it back
Grandpa was a hustler as a youngster, and my momma trapped
That grind in my blood and you a dub you think you getting back
You gotta use yo brain this ain’t a game, but we playing chess
Yeah, of course it’s cool to chase a bag, but Imma chase success
I no longer stress, I thank the beat ‘cause it let me express
When I’m under stress I grab my notes and get it get it off my chest
Hook:
I give it life just like biology, I love learning, but I hated school
Was really born to lose, but shit fuck it I got sum’ to prove
I was chose to win and win again, I fucking hate to lose
She not even my bitch, so I’m laughing when I see her choose
Quon that’s my dawg, and if he fall I gotta pull em’ through
Free Tyrail out That can, like Burning Sands you gotta see it through
All facts in these raps, why would I lie? I gotta tell the truth
It’s cold in these streets, but it’s Jamaica when I’m in the booth, nigga (It feel good)
Family first, you know what the fuck going on, and I got sum’ to prove on these niggas (of course) T.A.X.!
Verse 1:
I was taught that family come first, la familia
You acting like a bitch, then you a bitch and we get rid of ya
Grew up rough, a diamond in the ruff straight from Nibia
Just talked to my brody he said, “It’s time to turn the city up”
He don’t want no beef that nigga sweeter than some Cheerios
They gotta feel me when they hear me, fuck the videos
Can’t knock me off the ground, I’m 10 down like I’m on tippy toes
If you ain’t with the gang, then you can’t hang, that’s just how it goes
I was broke as hell in that cold, stealing from them stores
You niggas ain’t ever held yo own, and it clearly shows
My niggas’ll really beat yo ass, don’t need a pole
Trained to go, came out the womb gifted, I’m the billy goat
A man who stands for nothing falls for anything
They sleeping on a nigga, bitch get up this is not a dream
Wake up in the morning feeling like I hit the lottery
You gotta keep them squares from out yo circle, real geometry
Hook:
But that’s life like biology, I love learning, but I hated school
Was really born to lose, but shit fuck it I got sum’ to prove
I was chose to win and win again, I fucking hate to lose
She not even my bitch, so I’m laughing when I see her choose
Quon that’s my dawg, and if he fall I gotta pull em’ through
Free Tyrail out That can, like Burning Sands you gotta see it through
All facts in these raps, why would I lie? I gotta tell the truth
It’s cold in these streets, but it’s Jamaica when I’m in the booth
Verse 2:
Fame ain’t shit, I been the man since like the age of 2
Of course if that’s my brother if I make it, then he make it too
When you making moves you gotta learn to take a L or 2
But it’s cool, life got ups and downs like a W
So I double back, fake shit, I ain’t got time for that
When niggas come around I move around like Perry the platypus
I was making subs and going to school, I ain’t have time to rap
I ain’t even got the hair for hats, I ain’t got time to cap
I ain’t a pussy so don’t push me, if you push me ain’t no falling back
I could really talk my shit, if they want real, then Imma bring it back
Grandpa was a hustler as a youngster, and my momma trapped
That grind in my blood and you a dub you think you getting back
You gotta use yo brain this ain’t a game, but we playing chess
Yeah, of course it’s cool to chase a bag, but Imma chase success
I no longer stress, I thank the beat ‘cause it let me express
When I’m under stress I grab my notes and get it get it off my chest
Hook:
I give it life just like biology, I love learning, but I hated school
Was really born to lose, but shit fuck it I got sum’ to prove
I was chose to win and win again, I fucking hate to lose
She not even my bitch, so I’m laughing when I see her choose
Quon that’s my dawg, and if he fall I gotta pull em’ through
Free Tyrail out That can, like Burning Sands you gotta see it through
All facts in these raps, why would I lie? I gotta tell the truth
It’s cold in these streets, but it’s Jamaica when I’m in the booth, nigga (It feel good)
( Dreko )
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