Brian Fresco – La Familia Lyrics

Produced By: Rod Royce
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[Intro]
Ayo shit
This the last one I recorded for the tape
I'm tired as fuck
Ain't get no fucking sleep last night
This shit for my niggas though (Ya feel me)
Nigga just talking and shit
Shouts to my nigga D.C
We been in it for a couple years now

[Verse 1]
Uh, try to walk a mile in these wheat timbs
We trap the whole week just to party on the weekend
That murder rates increasing, my city's slowly peaking
Keep saying that we sinking, but they left us on the deepend
Call me Don, call me smoke
Voted for Obama cause that nigga black ho
Still in the hood with the same black folk
Still love my niggas from the Ickes on the low
I see you struggle, no work no more
And when I'm saying work know I'm meaning that blow
R.I.P to that nigga Diddy folks when I pray that nigga D-Rose comes back home
On my soul niggas dont know gotta beat this fed case so a nigga going broke
Gotta pay the plug so a nigga masked up finna stick a nigga up man I'm losing my hope
Thats why a nigga smoke thats why a nigga drink
Thats why I sip lean and thats why I pop beans
Lil nigga on the scene with a motherfucking dream
And a dollar never blue collar tryna get the cream (Yeah I remember)
When I die nigga show no pity, send a nigga soul to that gangsta city
Real nigga song gon' remember my memory
And carry my story believe it like Ripley's
When I die dig the whole six feet
Two shotguns at a real nigga feet
Two blue staffs at a real nigga chest
Just tell all my folks that I gave it my best

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[Hook]
I got my money saved
(Shouts that La Familia)

My niggas looking paid
(You niggas unfamilar)
From the cradle to that grave
(Better hope them drugs don't kill ya)
I told her only brains
(Cause baby I dont feel ya)
And she said I know
Yeah I know x3
Boy you trippin' x2
I know x4

[Verse 2]
Little nigga that bad luck gon' pass over you one day
Shouts to that vita morte, crewnecks mostly be my forte
Shouts to that nigga Cory, hittin' licks coming up on that Christian Dior mane
Say we rapping from the floor mane ground up praying for my brothers can't wait for the tour mane
Say we never broke cause we hustle for the change
Real nigga steal it sell it back to the stain
Savemoney niggas sell our heart to our brain, cop a car for the bling, cop the car for the scene nah mean
Niggas just wanna be seen no love so we gotta search for it in the streets
Real niggas don't sleep, real niggas ain't weak in the streets cause you know a real nigga gotta eat, uh
Shouts to that nigga Steel, gotdamn them trap nights used to be real
P. Lord Jake and that nigga Moody Real runnin' round with the bitches tryna David Copperfield
Still love my nigas from the IDA B Wells
Still think of Brittney and my eyes get swell
I know she watching a nigga I hope she knowing that im doing well
Yeah, a nigga got locked but a nigga had bail, uh
Said a nigga can't fail
They took my nigga Rod last year still don't feel real can't deal
Next nigga try with my niggas .4 nigga to your dome nigga don't get killed in the field
We living but it's war time never know whom next up to get peeled
That's why I tell my niggas be safe when we all leave the crib
La Familia can't wait till we all make mills
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