Chance The Rapper - Family Lyrics
feat. Sulaiman & Vic Mensa[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]Turn the radio up and we can have a good timeGot me feeling like J.J. on Good TimesBack when Thelma had that ass, off the fam goodMy sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds goodTold me not to cut corners, use to cut quartersSitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up ordersTill my pops popped me off, that was family mattersUsed to watch him in the kitchen sipping Sammy AdamsNow I'm rollin', iPhone StolenMama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'Trying to live our lives like our lives are so goldenGot big shoes to fill like try go bowlingTil we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out4th quarter, how you gon go and take Mike out?Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike outRiding getting nice cause it's nice out[Hook: Chance The Rapper]Let's land in the land where the Famo stayGrind all day til the fam okayIt still warm my heart to hear my grandma prayFor the fam of my friends when my mans go away (x2)[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fastDon't make up your mind, you should flake on that classSing all you want, just don't Drake on they assShore you got drive, don't turn fake on they assGood morning, good raps, good morrow, good luckTonight you could blow, tomorrow you suckBizarro, my carro, I borrowed from ChuckA new SLR and Ferrarro deluxeNo money for the meter when I'm parkin' emGassed than a ***** no car with himMarket him, tell him that he's buzzing like a game of operation with ParkinsonsYoung kid rappers, kidnappersYoung whipper snapper that will whip past yaWill get at you, come get at youWanna break ya off, Come Kit-Kat you[Hook][Verse 3: Sulaiman]Now the team work make the dream workGo ahead and send an application if you need workIf it need hurt, then I'mma bring hurtHow you finna see the clouds if you never seen dirtNow you finna play it loud, listen how it's goin downDidn't know the name before bet you niggas know it nowChi-City niggy, made a 50 out a pennyGot some titties at the cribby and the Savemoney with me and we going inGoing all out for them hoes againNow I'm fin to bring the *****ing flow and bend it backAnd show it's more to this than rapLove my parents for supporting cause they know I'm finna crackKnow my niggas got my back, got some niggas selling packsBut I'm tryin' to get em cheese so I can get em out the trapNow my figures getting fat, a lot of hoes be tryin' to jackBut I got her on my lap, All she do is make it clap[Hook x 4]
