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Drake - Uh I Wa Really Really Tryna Keep It Pg Family Matters Pt 1 Y Pt 2 Dave Free Kendrick Lamar Metro Boomin Future The Weeknd Asap Rocky Rick Ross Y Pharrell Williams Diss Track Drake Only Lyrics

[Part 1: Uh, I Wa' Really, Really Tryna Keep It PG]

[Chorus 1]
Mmm, mmm, yeah
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I wa' really, really tryna keep it PG
I wa' really, really tryna keep it PG
If you had a set, they'd give yo' ass a DP
But chu civilian gang, in real life, you PC

[Verse]
You know who really bang a set? My nigga YG
You know who really bang a set? My nigga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, nigga, Cole losing sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that shit fake tea
Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't read
I mean, it's true, a nigga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro nigga slimеd him for his main squeeze
Out here bеgging for attention, nigga, say please
Always rapping like you 'bout da get the slaves freed
You just acting like an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to yo' hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I fuck, but, what chu really mean?
I've been with Black and White and everything that's in-between
You the Black messiah wifing up a mixed queen
And hit vanilla cream to help out with your self-esteem
On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold cha son and tell him, "Say cheese?"
We could've left the kids out of this, don't blame me
You a dog and you know it, you just play sweet
Your baby mama captions always screaming, "Save me"
You did her dirty all your life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one dem lil' kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cause if yo' GM is yo' BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty fucking sense to me
Ayy, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that ass for Drake, now, shake that ass for free
Yeah, yeah
Well, not that kind of free, I'm talking 'bout my nigga Dave
Yo' man a lil' K, we call that shit a mini Drac'
He always said I overlooked him, I was staring straight
These bars go over Kenny head no matter what I say
I know ya like da keep it short, so, let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
Nigga said, "Uh, uh"
Almost started reaching for my waist
[Chorus 2]
Drop, drop, drop, drop
Drop a fifty bag for the mob in the spot
Drop a fifty bag, twenty-nine for the thot
Uh, I wa' really, really tryna keep it—

[Part 2: Family Matters Pt. 1]

[Intro]
Yeah
Let me stop playing around, let me take this shit seriously, like—
Niggas is a joke, I take it serious, though
Yeah
Look

[Verse 1]
If Drake shooters doing TikToks, nigga
Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting shit shot, nigga
Can't listen to the "Stick Talk" in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop nigga
Y'all-on't even be at home, dawg, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop nigga
Still mad about that one hoe, we ain't even fuck, I just lip-locked with her
I get active when it's wartime, I ain't even really let my dick drop, nigga
What the fuck, I heard Rick drop, nigga? Talking some' 'bout a nose job, nigga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and Doctor never told ch'all niggas
Put a nigga in the bars, let a nigga rot, kind of like ya old job, nigga
House sitting on some land, but it's out where no one even really know y'all niggas
Bitches gotta drive two hours 'fore ya pay 'em just to give a blowjob, nigga
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record deal was fo'-hunnid M's, these days, that's a lowball, nigga
Ayy
Who's next on the list?
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas
Which one of my so-called niggas need a shell from the clip?
Always knew I had a smoke y'all niggas
[Verse 2]
Good kid, m.A.A.d city van, we'll pop the latch and let the door slide
Tears running down my cheek, laughing at chu pussies dying, it's a war cry
Weeknd music getting played in all the spots where boys got a little more pride
That's why all your friends dipping to Atlanta, paying just to find a tour guide
Abel, run your fucking bread, need a buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street nigga I can take to the game court-side
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the nigga on a horse-ride
Anything da take the spotlight off the fact The Boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside
Rakim talking shit again
Gassed 'cause ya hit my BM first, nigga, do the math, who I was hitting then?
I ain't even know ya rapped still 'cause they only talking 'bout cha 'fit again
Prolly gotta have a kid again 'fore ya think of dropping any shit again
Even when ya do drop, they gon' say ya should've modeled 'cause it's mid again
Smoking Fenty 'bout it, should've put chu on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time ya cuddled in that bed again
She'll even tell ya "Leave The Boy alone" 'fore ya get cho' head split again
Pluto shit make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a fucking lame, so I know he had a be an influence
These niggas had a plan, and they finally found a way da rope ya into it
Two separate albums dissing, I just did a Kim to it, nigga, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes dripping wet at shows, almost had a swim to it
K-Dot shit is only hitting hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross calling me The White Boy, and the shit kind of got a ring to it
'Cause all these rappers waving white flags while the whole fucking club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the Vigil with the candlelight
Body after fucking body, and ya know Rick reading my Miranda rights
I'm going on vacation now, hope next time y'all plan it right
'Cause you gotta pay for saying my name, guess now niggas understand the price
Nigga, what?
[Part 3: Family Matters Pt. 2]

[Intro]
Ayy

[Verse]
Kendrick just opened his mouth
Someone go hand him a Grammy right now
Where is your uncle at?
'Cause I wanna talk to the man of the house
West Coast niggas do fades, right?
Come get this ass-whooping, I'm handing 'em out
You wanna take up for Pharrell?
Then come get his legacy out of my house
A cease-and-desist is for hoes
Can't listen a lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac estate
And begged 'em da sue me and get this shit down
I'm losing perspective on beef
Boi-1da sent beat and I'll kill ya for fun
Your daddy got robbed by Top
You Stunna and Wayne, like Father, like Son
Anthony set up the plays
Kojo be charging you double for nothing
They shook about what I'ma say
But texting your phone, like, "We already won"
You tell me what I shouldn't say
But, fuck it, my nigga, it's already done
We already know it's a 20v1
We already know why ya went number one
It's clearly because of The Boy
The honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about "Fuck the big three"
It’s only Big D, and there's video proof
Our sons should go play at the park
Two light-skin kids, that shit would be cute
Unless ya don't wanna be seen
With anyone that isn't Blacker than you
We get it, we got it
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
We get that chu like da put gin in your juice
We get that chu think that chu Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on ya girl
Is it self-defense 'cause she bigger than you?
Your back is up against the curb
You digging for dirt, should be digging for proof
Why did chu move da New York?
Is it 'cause you living that bachelor life?
Proposed in 2015
But don't wanna make her your actual wife?
I'm guessing this wedding ain't happening, right?
'Cause we know the girls that chu actually like
Your darkest secrets are coming da light
It's all on your face like what happened a Mike
Oh shit, it's all making sense
Maybe I'm Prince and you actually Mike
Michael was praying his features would change so people believe that he's actually White
Top would make ya do features for change, get on pop records and rap for the Whites
And, wait, you say your brother Jermaine, but chu wanted him da stay out of the light?
Oh shit, just follow me, right?
'Cause nothing you saying could bother me, right?
I get off the plane and nothing has changed, I head a Delilah with all of my ice
Head a Delilah with all of my ice, head a Delilah with all of my ice
This shit gotta be over by now for anyone out here that's calling it, right?
You're dead
You're dead, you're dead
There's nowhere da hide, there's nowhere da hide, you know what I mean
They hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that chu beat on your queen
The picture you painted ain't what it seem, you're dead (You're dead)