Family Matters (Explicit) - Drake

Lyrics by：A. Graham

Composed by：A. Graham

Produced by：Boi-1da/Tay Keith/Fierce/Mark Ronson/Kevin Mitchell

Maybe in this song you shouldn't start by saying

Nigga I said it I know that you mad

I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs

You mentioned my seed now deal with his dad

I gotta go bad I gotta go bad

Mmm mmm yeah

Drop drop drop drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot

Uh I was really really tryna keep it PG

I was really really tryna keep it PG

If you had a set they'd give your a*s a DP

Two civilian getting real like you PC

You know who really bang a set

My nigga YG

You know who really bang a set

My nigga Chuck T

You know who even bang a set out there is CB

And nigga Cole losin' sleep on this it ain't me

You better have some paperwork or that **** fake tea

Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't read

I mean it's true a nigga slimed me for my AP

Just like how Metro nigga slimed him for his main squeeze

Out here begging for attention nigga say "Please"

Always rapping like you 'bout to get the slaves freed

You just acting like a activist it's make believe

Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees

You say you hate the girls I **** but what you really mean

I been with black and white and everything that's in between

You the black messiah wifing up a mixed queen

And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem

On some Bobby **** I wanna know what Whitney need

All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens

Why you never hold your son and tell him "Say cheese"

We could've left the kids out of this don't blame me

You a dog and you know it you just play sweet

Your baby mama captions always screamin' "Save me"

You did her dirty all her life you tryna make peace

I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free

Don't make it Dave Free's

'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD

Then this is all making plenty ******* sense to me

Ayy let that shorty breathe

Shake that a*s ***** hands on your knees

Hands on your knees hands on your knees

Shake that a*s for Drake now shake that a*s for free

Yeah yeah

Well not that kind of free I'm talkin' 'bout my nigga Dave

Your man a little K we call that **** a mini Drac'

He always said I overlooked him I was staring straight

These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say

I know you like to keep it short so let me paraphrase

Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade

Nigga said "Uh uh"

Almost started reaching for my waist

Drop drop drop drop

Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot

Drop a fifty bag twenty-nine for the thot

Uh I was really really tryna keep it

Yeah

Let me stop playing around take this **** serious

You niggas is a joke I'll take it serious though

Yeah look

If Drake shooters doing TikToks nigga

Realest shooter in your gang that's P's brother y'all ain't getting **** shot nigga

Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto save it for a hip-hop nigga

Y'all don't ever be at home dawg you a souvenir out the gift shop nigga

Still mad about that one ho we ain't even ****

I just lip lock with her

I get active when it's war time

I ain't even really let my d**k drop nigga

What the ****

I heard Rick drop nigga

Talking something 'bout a nose job nigga

Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctors never told y'all niggas

Put a nigga in the bars

Let a nigga rot kind of like your old job nigga

House sitting on some land

But it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas

******* gotta drive two hours for you pay 'em just to give a blowjob nigga

Must've snorted up a snowball

Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's

These days that's a low ball nigga

Ayy

Who's next on the list

Which one of my so called niggas

Which one of my so called niggas

Which one of my so called niggas need a shell from the clip

Always knew I had to smoke y'all niggas

Good kid m.A.A.d city van

We'll pop the latch and let the door slide

Tears running down my cheek laughing at you pussies dying it's a war cry

Weeknd music getting played in the spots where boys got a little more pride

That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta paying just to find a tour guide

Abel run your ******* bread need to buy some more chains for some more guys

Lemme find another street nigga I can take to the game courtside

Let me get a used Ferrari

For a rapper take the nigga on a horse ride

Anything to take the spotlight off the fact

The boss is a *** out little punk sissy from the northside

Rakim talkin' **** again

Gassed cause you hit my BM first

Nigga do the math who I was hitting then

I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talking 'bout your fit again

Probably gotta a have kid again 'fore you think of dropping any **** again

Even when you do drop they gon' say you shoulda modeled 'cause it's mid again

Smoking Fenty 'bout they shoulda put you on the first one tryna get it in

Ask Fring if this a good idea next time you cuddled in the bed again

She'll even tell ya leave the boy alone 'fore ya get your head split again

Pluto **** make me sick to my stomach we ain't never really been through it

Leland Wayne he a ******* lame so I know he had to be a influence

These niggas had a plan

And they finally found a way to rope ya into it

Two separate albums dissing I just did a Kim to it nigga skim through it

Me and Savage had the h*es dripping wet at shows

Almost had to swim to it

K-Dot **** is only hitting hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it

Ross calling me the white boy

And the **** kind of got a ring to it

Cause all these rappers waving white flags

While the whole ******* club sing to it

Murder scene on your man tonight

Then come to the vigil with the candle light

Body after ******* body and you know Rick reading my Miranda Rights

I'm going on vacation now hope next time y'all planned it right

'Cause you gotta pay for saying my name guess now niggas understand the price

Nigga what

6ix

Ayy

Kendrick just opened his mouth someone go hand him a Grammy right now

Where is your Uncle at

'Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house

West Coast niggas do fades right

Come get this a*s whoopin' I'm handin' 'em out

You wanna take up for Pharrell

Then come get his legacy out of my house

A cease and desist is for h*es

Can't listen to lies that come out of your mouth

You called the Tupac Estate

And begged 'em to sue me and get that **** down

I'm losing perspective on beef Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill you for fun

Your daddy got robbed by Top you Stunna and Wayne like father like son

Anthony set up the plays Kojo be charging you double for none

They shook about what I'ma say but texting your phone like we already won

You tell me what I shouldn't say but **** it my nigga it's already done

We already know it's a twenty-v-one we already know why you went number one

It's clearly because of The Boy the honorable thing is to give me the loot

You right about "**** the Big Three" it's only Big D and it's video proof

Our sons should go play at the park

Two light skin kids that **** would be cute

Unless you don't want to be seen with anyone that isn't blacker than you

We get it we got it

"The Blacker The Berry" the sweeter the juice

We get that you like to put gin in your juice

We get that you think you're Bishop in Juice

When you put your hands on your girl

Is it self defense 'cause she's bigger than you

Your back is up against the curb you digging for dirt

Should be digging for proof

Why did you move to New York

Is it 'cause you living that bachelor life

Proposed in 2015 but don't wanna make her your actual wife

I'm guessing this wedding ain't happening right

'Cause we know the girls that you actually like

Your darker secrets are coming to light

It's all on your face like what happened to Mike

Oh **** it's all making sense

Maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike

Michael was praying his features would change

So people believe that he's actually white

Top would make you do a feature for change

Get on pop records and rap for the whites

And wait you say you brother Jermaine

But you wanted him to stay out of the light

Oh **** just follow me right

'Cause nothing you saying could bother me right

I get off the plane and nothing has changed

I head to Delilah with all of my ice

Head to Delilah with all of my ice

Head to Delilah with all of my ice

This **** gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it right

Ya dead ya dead ya dead

There's no where to hide there's no where to hide

You know I mean

They hired a crisis management team

To clean up the fact that you beat on your queen

The picture you painted it ain't what it seems

Ya dead