ASAP Ferg – Family

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Yeah, uh
Uh

[Verse 1]
I said, "My mama"
My mama always taught me
In and out with a shawty, she beat me for actin’ naughty
And my daddy, my daddy, he a savage
Fuckin’ bitches, the baddest and buyin’ whips to crash
And my uncles, my uncle, one name is Pschyo
T-Nice cooked the white slow, thank God he ain’t do life though
And my grandmas, my grandma, one hit the hammer
One dressed like Hammer and was an African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Bring it back
Yeah, family

[Verse 2]
I hate it when my mama curse me out in the public
My daddy had the silver mink matchin’ the Benz
T-Nice introduced me to some killers for friends
And Pschyo was a Pschyo with a deuce in his Timbs
My grandma had the arthritis, holdin’ the hammer (Yeah)
She kept it in the mattress, kept my unc’ out the slammer
The other had a caesar with some pants like Hammer
She kick her legs up, she a African dancer

[Chorus]
Family tree
Yeah, family tree
Yeah, family

[Verse 3]
Life’s a tightrope, the fam give me balance
With me as I climb the mountains are the rich and the famous
Grandma, holy moly, she dancin’, I see Marcus Garvey on the wall and say "damn it
Who you starin’ at?" My grandma say, "Lord of the planet"
You can tell she is a fan of the Black Panthers
T-Nice ran with a posse, only do damage (Right)
That’s what I’m sayin’, drug game like a cancer
He was wearin’ pandas, minks coats, now he in the slammer (Yeah)
And I can’t stand her like "Dirty Diana" (Right)
Life’s a bitch, you’s my grandma, grandma
My fathers cross cost an arm and a hammer (Right)
People think they broad is all from Atlanta (Yeah)
Was never home and showed up to be Santa (Ah)
I used to hang out with gang bangers like Santana that wear bandanas
And red clothes with pit bulls, the red nose
[?]
Keep the "Smith &" if you slippin’, you got rich, just let me get it

[Outro]
Family
Oh, my family
Yeah, uh
Oh, my family
Yeah
Oh, my family
I do it
Oh, my family
Do it
Oh, my family
I do it
Do it
Do it

Lupe Fiasco – Made In The USA lyrics

The American motherfucking dream nigga
Yeah!
On my shit nigga
Drogas, Drogas, Drogas
Where you from nigga?
Read the mothafuckin tag bitch
Salute the flag bitch

My Glock came from Savannah, Georgia
My AR-15 from California
My cocaine come from Arizona
My Detroit whip run quick like Forrest

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Bad little bitch from Miami
Came from Cuba but here with family
When I speak that English she don’t understand me
‘Cause I speak I speak I speak that Spanish
On my shit

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

Ku Klux man from Indiana (Fuck them niggas)
Brought that shit from Alabama
Making it rain, give ’em Atlanta
Making it, making it rain, rain like New Orleans, Louisiana (Yeah!)
That gang shit came from Illinois
That bang shit came from Illinois
That murder rate in Illinois
‘Nother AR-15 that bitch that made in Illinois

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

That lean cup came from Houston, Texas
For the police was Ruthless Records
Black Panthers was moving breakfast
Bitch united state of mind got me shooting reckless
And I was like raised in that fuckin’ ghetto
Made in that fuckin’ ghetto
You ain’t where I’m from bitch
You ain’t on my fucking level
And the whole world want my swag
Bloods and Crips and shit all up in my flag
‘Cause it’s

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my heroes from Hollywood (Fuckin’ Hollywood)
Put Tony Montanas all in my hood (Chico)
This rap shit came from New York City (New York City, City)
My momma came from Mississippi (Momma, we made it)
?? my racks in D.C
Cheese steaks when I’m out in Philly
KFC is trying to kill me
Ridding around without a (feeling/filling?)
And I got ?? from every region
And I be speaking starts and stripes
And I be dreaming pledge allegiance, (bitch!)

Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)
Made in the U.S.A. (Made in the U.S.A.)

All my Jordans come (from Portland/imported?)
You shop at a mall, I shop at (Oregon?)
Rest of that shit it ain’t important, (yeah!)