Dead Family lyrics

[Intro]
Palaze, what you cookin'?

[Chorus]
Don't play with fire, that sh*t deadly
When the gun between your eyes made me realize
These n*ggas want my head but I'm alive
But y'all n*ggas had to cut 'em b*tches off
'Cause I gotta lot of sh*t to prove
But they don't really know what this f*ckin' sh*t cost
Ice up in my veins, bad b*tches in my comments here
She don't want the fame, I know my mama know I'm legendary
I don't need no time, I'm a hot boy jit
352, I rule all my n*ggas with this sh*ts

[Verse 1]
Bad lil' b*tch shakin' ass, I got my n*ggas whippin' pot though
n*ggas ain't yo' family, they rather see yo' ass die slow
Fiendin' for this sh*t, I want the money and the fame
I can't lose when I be stayin' all the f*ck up in my lane
They rather me dead in that grave, smokin' fumes to take the pain
Pop my quarter to the paint, situations can't explain
Sippin' Henny, got me brazy, I got features, n*ggas' pain
I been f*ckin' all these hoes and these b*tches don't know my name (uh)
These b*tches don't know my name

[Verse 2]
Mix match design, I don't give a f*ck 'bout the colour
n*ggas want me dead, they don't want me as they brother
Them n*ggas turn fat, they snap me out, I cannot love them
Feelin' so alone, I got this sh*t by myself
Exhausted, how they did me wrong, I got no help
Now I'm stronger than they see me, I be ballin' up on TV
Can't compare myself to nobody 'cause nobody could be me
Yeah, I be on that day
b*tch want me to be her daddy, I cannot invest
Money on my mind and sh*t is written on my chest
Young n*gga with a mind, in this game I'm playin' a chess
Jumpin' through this sh*t, I got a hole in my pocket
Been what I'm rappin', I'm steppin', I'll make a million, no polish
I put my gas up on the pedal, they told me I needed college
Now I'm drippin' out head and toe, I ain't never needed no stylist
[Interlude]
I ain't never need no stylist
I'm drippin bih', [?]
I'm drippin', can we be honest
b*tches hatin,' they ain't on us
n*ggas talkin', they ain't on it
b*tches talkin', they ain't on it
What the f*ck you know about me?
I be that n*gga, dead family

[Chorus]
Don't play with fire, that sh*t deadly
When the gun between your eyes made me realize
These n*ggas want my head but I'm alive
But y'all n*ggas had to cut 'em b*tches off
'Cause I gotta lot of sh*t to prove
But they don't really know the cost
Ice in my veins, bad b*tches in my comments here
She don't want the fame, I know my mama know I'm legendary
I don't need no time 'cause I'm a hot boy jit
352, I run this sh*t

[Outro]
b*tch I run this sh*t
And you knew that, b*tch
Yeah you knew it
I be that n*gga, dead family
I be that n*gga, dead family
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Yo' ass is a memory