Family

[Produced by Blended Babies]

 

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa]

Turn the radio up and we can have a good time

Got me feeling like J.J. on Good Times
Back when Thelma had that ass, off the fam good

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

Till my pops popped me off, that was family matters

Used to watch him in the kitchen sipping Sammy Adams

Now I'm rollin', iPhone Stolen

Mama whip with 5 of my guys, 4 holdin'

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

4th quarter, how you gon go and take Mike out?

Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out
Riding getting nice cause it's nice out

 

[Hook: Chance The Rapper]

Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For 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 fast

Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class

Sing all you want, just don't Drake on they ass

Shore you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck

Bizarro, my carro, I borrowed from Chuck

A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe

No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em

Gassed than a bitch no car with him

Market him, tell him that he's buzzing like a game of operation with Parkinsons

Young kid rappers, kidnappers

Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya

Will get at you, come get at you

Wanna break ya off, Come Kit-Kat you

 

[Hook]

 

[Verse 3: Sulaiman]

Now the team work make the dream work

Go ahead and send an application if you need work

If it need hurt, then I'mma bring hurt

How you finna see the clouds if you never seen dirt

Now you finna play it loud, listen how it's goin down

Didn't know the name before bet you niggas know it now

Chi-City niggy, made a 50 out a penny

Got some titties at the cribby and the Savemoney with me and we going in

Going all out for them hoes again

Now I'm fin to bring the fucking flow and bend it back

And show it's more to this than rap

Love my parents for supporting cause they know I'm finna crack

Know my niggas got my back, got some niggas selling packs

But I'm tryin' to get em cheese so I can get em out the trap

Now my figures getting fat, a lot of hoes be tryin' to jack

But I got her on my lap, All she do is make it clap

 

[Hook x 4]