Brian Fresco - La Familia lyrics

[Intro] Ayo sh** This the last one I recorded for the tape I'm tired as f** Ain't get no f**ing sleep last night This sh** for my n***as though (Ya feel me) n***a just talking and sh** Shouts to my n***a 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 n***a black ho Still in the hood with the same black folk Still love my n***as 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 n***a Diddy folks when I pray that n***a D-Rose comes back home On my soul n***as dont know gotta beat this fed case so a n***a going broke Gotta pay the plug so a n***a masked up finna stick a n***a up man I'm losing my hope Thats why a n***a smoke thats why a n***a drink Thats why I sip lean and thats why I pop beans Lil n***a on the scene with a motherf**ing dream And a dollar never blue collar tryna get the cream (Yeah I remember) When I die n***a show no pity, send a n***a soul to that gangsta city Real n***a 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 n***a feet Two blue staffs at a real n***a chest Just tell all my folks that I gave it my best Like [Hook] I got my money saved (Shouts that La Familia) My n***as looking paid (You n***as unfamilar) From the cradle to that grave (Better hope them d** don't k** 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 n***a that bad luck gon' pa** over you one day Shouts to that vita morte, crewnecks mostly be my forte Shouts to that n***a 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 n***a steal it sell it back to the stain Savemoney n***as sell our heart to our brain, cop a car for the bling, cop the car for the scene nah mean n***as just wanna be seen no love so we gotta search for it in the streets Real n***as don't sleep, real n***as ain't weak in the streets cause you know a real n***a gotta eat, uh Shouts to that n***a Steel, gotdamn them trap nights used to be real P. Lord Jake and that n***a Moody Real runnin' round with the b**hes 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 n***a I hope she knowing that im doing well Yeah, a n***a got locked but a n***a had bail, uh Said a n***a can't fail They took my n***a Rod last year still don't feel real can't deal Next n***a try with my n***as .4 n***a to your dome n***a don't get k**ed in the field We living but it's war time never know whom next up to get peeled That's why I tell my n***as be safe when we all leave the crib La Familia can't wait till we all make mills Like [Hook]