paroles de chanson Family First - Talib Kweli , Mac Miller

Dealin' with everybody's opinion, tryna to do me
Only down one, I'm in the final shootin' threes
Like I don't give a fuck, music we fuck and switch the position up
We love the things that keep on bringin' out the kids in us
Been workin' all my life to do some different stuff
And people have the nerve to say "I'm young and haven't lived enough"
I'm on the road, my girl so sad, I'm gone
It's hard when I can't even find the time to call my mom
When she thinks I'm goin' Hollywood, I guess she probably should
It seems like people see the bad and don't acknowledge good
I feel the shade but I can see the sun, I'm cool
I got the time to feel the need to run, a fool
Is what I've become, young and I'm dumb
Been spendin' cake to get some bump in the trunk, drums with a pump
Like some Reeboks, see me from the treetops
They worry but they need not, heatin' like a teapot
Now I think I'm cool cause I got a pair of shoes
And more dough, a jacket with a Polo logo
My cup always filled with Henny, so no Four Loko
They should know, so I could go slow
You see that I'm smooth now
Used to ignore me, they study what I do now
With some help from Kweli, and it's Like on the Beat
It's cool to say that my cypher complete
Word, I'm so sick with the verbs I use, the words that heal us
They love how I kill it on stage, man, Murder theaters
No wonder they call it a bunk, I sleep in a coffin
Dead tired, exhausted from how often I be tourin'
So gangsta, like the occupation of Made Men
Creatin' chaos, my operation is Mayhem
The movie never stopped, the frame change over
We added Mac to the wolfpack, hangover
That Hen is not a friend, I'm on that Lagavulin
Whatever substance, I abuse it like a Grown man
You're not a kid no more, don't want to hold your hand
And Four Loko make you shoulder-lean like a Dro fan
Go ham, like Abraham readin' all the signs
Oh yeah, and don't forget to call your moms
Same thing I told Bow Wow last year
Take care of the fam, cause it's all we really have here