paroles de chanson Family - Rolly

I′m thankful for momma
She raised me with no father
Left me in the streets
An I found my fuckin father
Never trust a soul
This world is too cold

Theses bitches want your money
While they fuckin on the low

My heart is burned up
My love is broken down

Mane I just want
My fam good
I ant trying to fuck around

I'm always in tha studio
Trying to make a hit

They take me as a joke
An I′ll kill a stupid bitch

Not playing no games
I'm makin money mane

You sitting on your ass
I don't sleep or eat bitch

I rather work hard
But not no 9-5 shit

I get it out the mud
An make a million with my plug

My uncle was a scrub
An that shit really fucked me up

I′m making it out trap
An figure this shit out
My kids need they daddy
An I ant tryin to see no drought
I got a lot to prove
My time is coming soon
An Niggas thinking I′m playin
So they hatin on me too
Im sitting on a beach
Just ready for this shit
My games is in tha streets
I'll finesse your granny bitch
My associate compete
But can′t compete with me
It's just something bout my soul
It′s like this life was made for me