Family Feud

Yeah

Dedication 6, of course

Shout out Guru for sending me the beat, too

Young Angel, Young Lion

More Life, no dying

Yeah

Alright, I got it

Yeah

Super Bowl goals

I'm at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone

He in a whole different mode

Angel hair at 2AM for Bey and Hov

Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode

Aye, tell me if TD bank is approving loans

I'm thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes

My nigga spend a lifetime going platinum and gold

He should own half of the label, shit outta control

Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone

I need some ownership if we pressing go

'Cause business is booming on behalf of me

I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve

We gon' have to break the billi' curse

I need my paper long like "A Milli" verse

Or too long like a sentence from a Philly judge

**** is the point in all the beefing when we really blood

Nobody wins when the family feuds, nigga

Everybody gotta eat, we can't exclude niggas

I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms

Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, nigga

That's truth, no boost, nigga

But this isn't all about calling truce

I'm still dishing out verbal abuse

That shit could get re-introduced

If somebody got something they urging to prove, nigga

Inspiring to the youth

New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush

Wait, we all in the same suit

I'm hall of fame in the booth, nigga

My karma making the news, nigga

This pudding taste like the proof, nigga

If I ever see Trump, he better salute niggas

Much as we do nigga

For real

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Six shit

I could care less about your squad

I don't connect when I'm flying

I'm on a jet and it's mine

I just hope the weather is fine

I took the jet to Dubai

I took the jet to Milan

I took the jet way to Africa

Shout out my nigga Akon

Your bitch sweating my squad

Please, get the sweat out her eye

I put the dick in her spine

I ****ed the bitch in her prime

Don't get my credit declined

Give all the credit to moms

I flipped the bird at the bird

Hey, what's for dinner?

Popeyes

These chickens got bird flu

And they chirp, chirp too

Always sung, never flew

These boys hot, girls too

If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that bitch

Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that bitch

Stuck my neck out and shit

Then got the heck out that shit

And when I did, I took the special effect out of that shit

Tunechi F 'round this bitch

The best thing left 'round this bitch

All you niggas some bitches, I feel like Hef 'round this bitch

You call her Stephanie

I call her Steph 'round this bitch

Now back to whipping the baby

On some step mama shit

I come direct with my shit

I come correct with my shit

A blank check on your face

Put some respect on my shit

Branches starting to shake

Here comes the leaves, get the rake

I want my piece of the cake

And she'll be sweeter than cake

Here come the leaves, get the rake

And we ain't leaving the rake

We made the cleaners escape

Although I bleeped in your face

You playing with the right one today

Your flag is a white one today

You wearing them tight ones today

Check me a right one today

You playing with fire today

The Angel and Lion are greats

On my god, lightning striking twice in this place

Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?

All these mother ****ing beef, I need some rice on this plate

Talked to your wifey today, she feeling triflin' she say

Talked to the sniper, he say

He aiming at diapers today

Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today

So tell your squad I say "BLAOW" like Spice1 would say

It's Mortal Kombat tonight, it's Street Fighter today

I'm Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place

You see blue face hundreds 'til you white in the face

Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place

But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe

Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ

I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face

This for Cita and Nae

This for my people and BAE

I got three sons of a gun

Them niggas keep me on safe

Hold up

I am the black god to the church

I am the fat boy to dessert

I am the landlord to the first

Got two bangers, one of them go "badda boom"

One of them go "badda bing"

I taught these hoes how to love

I taught these boys how to lean

I'm hiding the sky in her twinkle

The eyes don't lie until you blink them

Keep the iron for the wrinkles

The mansion came with the sprinklers

I want Arabian wealth

You snakes come make me a belt

Yeah, you know life is a movie, you niggas playing yourself

Damn, that's some six shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I want Arabian wealth

You snakes come make me a belt

It's every man for themselves

It's every baby for sale

And you know life is a movie, you niggas rating yourself

I just hope it’s a porn to watch you pussies play with yourselves

That's some six shit