Family ft. laserofhate Lyrics

Retaliated results of a new millennium

The powers that be don’t want any of us

And I guess that’s a direct result of how we see each other

But hold up, listen to this

Gotta whole lotta dead numbers still in my phone

Gotta whole lotta of rhymes now the kids in his zone

Gotta whole lotta bullshit I gotta let out

Gotta whole lotta red I’m completely flushed out

Now the truth of the matter is I’m not the person

I’m not the guy that’ll get your attention

I’m just a film kid who wrote shit on paper

Too wormy, for top 40 players

Needed someone for that counter balance

So I found Thug and we were the baddest

(Homie you’re white)

Fuck if I care

I’ll put four of em down and leave one in the air

Bring your team through I’ll shut em down

At heart, I’m just a rhymesayer

Check what the kid say still don't get it?

Shit, hit me on the net later

And I only got organic papers wrapped around all my trees

But I lost it all that's a matter of fact

Kid makes a big bang that's a tit for a tat

You fucked up

You bitches know nothin

Dump this fist in your gut

Leave you on the ground squirmin

We shoot up your kidney your family go missin

I'm walkin down Dauphin while you shake and pissin

Foot to the floor in the truck

Speed down the pike

Don't give a fuck

(Nah)

Punk CDs in the trunk

Foot to your nuts, Imma go up

(Bruh)

I’ll rap you in circles I’ll rap you to death

The kid from the block got the keys to the jet

I'm stayin inside there's no interactions

At the end of the day it’s dissatisfaction

Peace, love and a hint of tulip

Tree trunk

Fashion losers

Got a hole in my head where my memory leaks

As a matter of fact, I’m sweeping the streets

As a matter of fact, you’re fucking obnoxious

Turn your face around, you’re making me nauseous

Words sicker than a Taiwanese whore

As a matter of fact, hope your face meets the floor

As a matter of fact, I think you’re the worst

Back to back seasons

Than Clippers in four

I'll rap up your idols I mean disrespect

At the end of the day

Fuck drake and the rest

Put my piece to your chest

To put peace in my chest

Why you wearing a vest?

When I step out I’m stressed

If you see that I'm pressed at the fuckin outset

Then don't approach me with shit you'll be on a downtrend