Mac Miller, Ghosty, Vinny Radio - La Familia lyrics

[Mac Miller, Ghosty, Vinny Radio - La Familia lyrics]

East End in this bitch, yo
It's Ghost, Villain, Mac, Vinny, yeah uh, uh

Feelin' like a scholar
Gotta keep my grades up (Uh, huh)
Hear the same stuff every day
From these lame fucks (Yep)
This whole game rough
Kick you while you down
And none of these motherfuckers gon'
Miss you when you out
I used to sit around the house
Waitin' for some dollars
Now I'm out grindin', chasin' after dollars
(Uh, huh)
I ain't a star just wastin' all my dollars
(Haha)
We here for life, y'all fade away tomorrow
Pause, roll the dice like a board game
(Board game)
I'm sleepin' with your girl and I
Don't even know the whore's name
So magnificent
Quick to spit to kill this shit
These bitches is illiterate and
This is some deliverance
No Bubba Sparks, talkin' Karl Malone
Snakebite, I hinge my jaw
And swallow you whole
On my own path, throwback, dope rap (What?)
The room stops when me, Vinny
Vil or Ghost rap (Uh, huh)
Y'all fragile, broke glass
Comin' with no swag
I be countin' numbers, no math, failin' class
But, I'm scholarly, rap properly
Knowledge speaks with the verbal trigonometry
Uh, real slick like I'm climbin'
Out the foxes hole
Keep your grades up, bitch, no honor roll
(What?)

For profit skeletons be tryin' on the
Clothes in my closet (yeah)
Infrequently home, the coffin
In a world full of deadbeats
Wonderin' where the stars shit (Uh, huh)
Just pumpin' 808s, mob shit
We keep it heartless
Regardless of circumstance
Burnin' plants to stimulate my daydreams
Learn advance techniques of the speech
The way I say things, amazin' raisin' hell
Infiltrate arenas with the battle scars
With OJ gloves and punches
I walk through the realness
Like niggas on crunches
Yo, fuck this, my hips are strong
Enough to let me hop on, i run shit
Flick of the switch, permis' to drop bombs
I'm dumb sick
For fun and the shot'll make your chest burn
With sippin' that red rum, yep
So go to on a hangover holiday (Uh, huh)
I'm dead serious
It's takin' up my closet space
To hide the bones
But as time goes, they rot away
A consequence of price, you gotta pay
Even cheapskates pay the sweepstakes
I'm on the other side of the state with
Cheese stake and three plates of cheese cake
I'm eatin' great
(Uh, huh) , side-steppin' the insanity
Just make reality from fantasies
With my family

Wordsmith, noble scribe or
Ghostwriter verbalist (Uh, huh)
Two 45s, Q45 swervin' it
Emerge from shit, yeah
The stench from them urban bricks
Projects, 220
I blew money for shirts and kicks
I do what I feel, I move by the real
Rude, get your food chewed
Leavin' dudes out of meals (Uh, huh)
Countin' reasons why I'd do it again
Like the Earth with the fire
Thin as blue with the wind
Blowin' with the wind, ink artillery
I'm prone 'til the end
I get checks like a phone and a pen
More real than a estate when you owe me a
And I'm like Jesse Owens, catch me flowin'
On a track
Venom attack for playin' with this government
College Michael Vick, QB option
We be runnin' shit or Terrelle Pryor
Keep that fire by the underpit's
(Underpit's)
'Cause it feels like the gun consists
Of a ton of bricks
Punchin' shit, punishment, no pun intended
Ever since jump, my funds ascended
The judge my nigga, I ain't wit it'
Gettin' reprimanded
Ended up wipin' out my sentence
Like I'm left handed
On bandwagon is the best transit (What up?)
Granted, I be thinkin' it's all fakery
My vision concrete as masonry

Uh, look, ya
I'ma go for mine, you can never over-grind
Spark the light
Frozen wine make the narcs get
They wanna follow the cashflow
I tell 'em even though it comin' quick
My dough comin' legit
Cook 'em right in front of you
We don't even show guns, we just spit
Seventy rounds unloaded from the
Who made the decision to go
And fuck with him? (Hm-m)
I don't know what thoughts crossed they head
Uh, but niggas must be off they meds
Real rap, so that noise
Before me and men rush in
Too late for the discussions check it
Vinny be bangin' bitches like percussions
Felt by most, but no
Ain't a nigga that can touch 'em
And I fought frequently
Lookin' for my next wifey
And US Weekly, why would they unleash me?
I don't know, but yo
Tell help to come quickly
'Bout to leave my mark on the
Game like a buck fifty
Let me say this: only players
That can fuck with me
Play for the same team, which is my city
Pittsburgh

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