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Fuck the world
I just love my family
Pray my unc' good business
Tell my momma
Keep shining your greatness
24 karat on my necklace
I'm a big-time mamas boy in the flesh
Pray that my dogs gettin' rich
This a resume for the game
CSZN for the summer
Put that on my playlist
All the tracks on the mix I invent
This way diff' than palm trees
I done took my time and I got ease
This a new sound this my shit
I just need to clear my mind now
It's been raising since the summertime
If my records don't sell
Then I'll make a dime
Make a couple mil' off a rap line
Fuck the world (fuck the world baby, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Fuck the world (fuck the world baby, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Baby you just know me
From the extras
I just be the best at stackin' up
We playing tetris
Shawty in the back
She eatin' up on all my dextrose
Two palms on the stick
Oh my god her friend ambidextrous
I might cop a Tesla
Or a Toyota
But I'm not fucking with a Lex
Mama used to drive a Rav 4 back in 06
40 months later she be flyin in a g6
I said baby
I can fly
Like a PJ
In the sky
Take you high
Like Mariah
Homicide
I'ma die
I'm like woah
Thats my line
All the time
Keep me high
Homicide
Like Mariah
Homicide
I'ma die
Fuck the world (fuck the world baby, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Fuck the world (fuck the world baby, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Do it for the family (Do it for the family, yeah)
Hop out the ring (ring)
Hop out the ring Rey Mysterio
I be from a tribe called check a hoe (woah)
X's and O's like tic tac toe (woah)
I like a bad and boujee ho (yeah)
Reppin' my city we carve it in stone
Even if LA the mission though (032)
Open a bakery we making some dough
This the type of shit
That you chant in a moshpit
This the type of shit
That you chant in a moshpit
This the type of shit
That you chant in a moshpit
This the type of shit
That you chant in a moshpit
Zoned out like day and nite
I see birds fly right through my eyes
My dark fantasy got me enticed
And I can't decide if it's you or I
I said damn you crazy
You made my left eye lazy
That way you move that shit back
It brought me back to the 80s
And I said
Days before the pinnacle
Yeah uh (that's for sure, that's for sure)
Days before the pinnacle
That's for sure, that's for sure
Days before the pinnacle
That's for sure, that's for sure
Yeah uh
Yeah
WRITERS
Sean Matthew Panulde
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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