Lyrics Family Money Music 2 - Dub Aura

Yo Just 2 million, I get this shit in one take...

Nowadays I got to cypher at the Opera′s
Gameday, I could hear them chanting from the lockers, Kill all that passa passa
They want to throw the fork in the road, try to stop us
Know we well rounded, yet they still trying to box us
How you can't even get to the door but you tryna′ knock us?
Like I ain't ringing bells, giving them hell
I'm from the... well, where the youngings talk in blaka blaka
Since early I knew the Rule′s before the Holla Holla′s
I smell like showroom Gucci and Creed
The soundtrack for my dawgs on the move for that green
Who made money going pro but they never made a move to the league
You think I don't got a move up my sleeve. You a damn fool
Look, this flow hotter than Cancun
Ain′t even got to trip, That boy Aura on some shit
Like my parents met in Bogota, broke me off a brick
'Cause I′m that raw, what you waited on, this what you asked for

Long as they still gossip, I'm the talk somewhere
So when they mention I′m the hottest in this shit just make it more sincere
Man, this life had me broke down and lost some years
Cried some nights, fought some years, Only bosses here
I had meetings with millionaires on the FaceTime
I never gave up 'cause I knew great things'll take time
Ain′t heard through the grapevine? I′m something like aged wine
Pinot Noir, It's Chino Dior
I′m tired of niggas stay talking this "No Cap" shit
When you 'bout as new era as they come
And I′m heavy as a ton, If I must weigh in
Blasian chicks, the crib look like what Russ stay in
Shit... I lost track of all the style they try to take us
You should just model for Yeezy, you fucking wave runners
Promise, remain sucker
Free of all the lame shit they try to place front us, that's why the game love us

Yo, I′m on a whole 'nother wavelength, Nigga where your wave went?
Scrap where your swag at? The boy like NASDAQ
My stock is too up for you niggas to try to back track
(No back tracking over here dawg) Nigga facts that
You looking at a legend in the making
Flow tight as a OJ glove, let's make them pay ten
Like young Gary, too savvy it come to this shit
I write my raps in Mike glove like "Fuck it I′m Lit"
And that fire′ll burn you
They quote everything like I designed it with Virgil
I slide through dressed like it's a Prada commercial
Green bubble, Red Stripe. Pull up at the red light like...
"It′s me again"
Always heard you stick around 9 rich niggas, you probably gon' be the 10th
So chances are, can′t get no money won't meet again
I just report it like it is. The hood CNN