Family Matters Lyrics – Drake

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The lyrics of "Family Matters" by Drake delve into a series of personal attacks, criticisms, and provocations aimed at various individuals, including Kendrick Lamar, Kanye West, Pusha T, and others. The song is divided into three parts, each containing verses packed with intricate wordplay and references to the ongoing feuds and controversies within the hip-hop community. Drake addresses topics such as loyalty, authenticity, personal relationships, and professional rivalries, using sharp lyricism to assert his dominance and refute his critics. ...Read More

Family Matters Lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake & Sandra Graham]
Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying
N!gga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned my seed, now deal with his dad
I gotta go bad, I gotta go bad

[Chorus: Drake]
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 was really, really tryna keep it PG
I was really, really tryna keep it PG

[Verse: Drake]
If you had a set, they'd give your as* a DP
But you civilian gang, in real life, you PC
You know who really bang a set? My n!gga YG
You know who really bang a set? My n!gga Chuck T
You know who even bang a set out there is CB
And, n!gga, Cole losing sleep on this, it ain't me
You better have some paperwork or that sh!t fakе tea
Can't be rapping 'bout no ratting that we can't rеad
I mean it's true a n!gga slimed me for my AP
Just like how Metro n!gga slimed him for his main squeeze
Out here begging for attention, n!gga, say please
Always rapping like you 'bout to get the slaves freed
You just acting like an activist, it's make-believe
Don't even go back to your hood and plant no money trees
Say you hate the girls I f**k, but what you really mean?
I 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 sh!t, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your 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 her life, you tryna make peace
I heard that one of them little kids might be Dave Free
Don't make it Dave Free's
'Cause if your GM is your BM secret BD
Then this is all making plenty f**king sense to me
Ayy, let that shorty breathe
Shake that ass, b!tch, hands on your knees
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
Shake that as* for Drake, now shake that as* for free
Yeah, yeah
Well not that kind of free, I'm talking 'bout my n!gga Dave
Your man a lil' K, we call that sh!t 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 you like to keep it short, so let me paraphrase
Knew it was smoke when Abel hit us with the serenade
N!gga said, "Uh, uh"
Almost started reaching for my waist

[Chorus: Drake]
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 was really, really tryna keep it—

[Part II]

[Intro: Drake]
Let me stop playing around
Let me take this sh!t serious, like
N!ggas is a joke, I take it serious, though
Yeah, look

[Verse: Drake]
If Drake shooters doing TikToks, n!gga
Realest shooter in your gang, that's P's brother, y'all ain't getting sh!t shot, n!gga
Can't listen to the stick talk in falsetto, save it for a hip-hop n!gga
You don't even be at home, dog, you a souvenir-out-the-gift-shop n!gga
Still mad about that one ho, we ain't even f**k, I just lip-locked with her
I get active when it's war time, I ain't even really let my d!ck drop, n!gga
What the f**k I heard Rick drop, n!gga?
Talking something 'bout a nose job, n!gga
Ozempic got a side effect of jealousy and doctor never told y'all n!ggas
Put a n!gga in the bars, let a n!gga rot, kind of like your old job, n!gga
House sitting on some land, but it's out where no one even really know y'all n!ggas
B!tches gotta drive two hours 'fore you pay 'em just to give a blowjob, n!gga
Must've snorted up a snowball
'Cause my last record deal was four hundred M's, these days, that's a low ball, n!gga
Who's next on the list?
Which one of my so-called n!ggas
Which one of my so-called n!ggas
Which one of my so-called n!ggas need a shell from the clip?
Always knew I had to smoke y'all n!ggas
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 you 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 f**king bread, need to buy some more chains for some more guys
Let me find another street n!gga I can take to the game courtside
Let me get a used Ferrari for a rapper, take the n!gga on a horse ride
Anything to take the spotlight off the fact the boss is a drugged-out lil' punk sissy from the Northside
Rakim talking sh!t again
Gassed 'cause you hit my BM first, n!gga, do the math, who I was hitting then?
I ain't even know you rapped still 'cause they only talking 'bout your 'fit again
Probably gotta have a kid again 'fore you think of dropping any sh!t again
Even when you do drop, they gone say you should've modeled 'cause it's mid again
Smoking Fenty 'bout it, should've put you on the first one, tryna get it in
Ask Fring if this a good idea the next time you cuddled in that bed again
She'll even tell you leave the boy alone 'fore you get your head split again
Pluto sh!t make me sick to my stomach, we ain't never really been through it
Leland Wayne, he a f**king lame, so I know he had to be an influence
These n!ggas had a plan and they finally found a way to rope you into it
Two separate albums dissing, I just did a Kim to it, n!gga, skim through it
Me and Savage had the hoes dripping wet at shows, almost had to swim to it
K-Dot sh!t is only hitting hard when Baby Keem put his pen to it
Ross calling me the white boy and the sh!t kind of got a ring to it
'Cause all these rappers waving white flags while the whole f**king club sing to it
Murder scene on your man tonight, then come to the vigil with the candlelight
Body after f**king body and you 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 n!ggas understand the price
N!gga, what? (6ix)

[Part III]

[Verse: Drake]
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 n!ggas do fades, right? Come get this as* 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 to lies that come out of your mouth
You called the Tupac estate and begged 'em to sue me and get that sh!t down
I'm losing perspective on beef, Boi-1da send beat and I'll kill you 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 f**k it, my n!gga, it's already done
We already know it's a twenty-v-one, we already know why you went number one
It's clearly because of The Boy, the honorable thing is to give me the loot
You right about "F**k the big three, " it's only Big D and there's video proof
Our sons should go play at the park, two lightskin kids, that sh!t would be cute
Unless you don't want to 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 you like to put gin in your juice
We get that you think that you Bishop in Juice
When you put your hands on your 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 you move to 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 you actually like
Your darkest secrets are coming to light
It's all on your face like what happened to Mike
Oh sh!t, 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 you do features for change, get on pop records and rap for the whites
And wait, you say your brother Jermaine, but you wanted him to stay out of the light
Oh sh!t, just follow me, right? 'Cause nothing you saying could bother me, right?
I get off the plane and nothing has changed, I head to Delilah with all of my ice
Head to Delilah with all of my ice, head to Delilah with all of my ice
This sh!t 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 to hide, there's nowhere to hide, you know what I mean
They hired a crisis management team to clean up the fact that you beat on your queen
The picture you painted ain't what it seem, you're dead

Submitted by  Rollteam

Last Update: May 4, 2024

Family Matters Lyrics Meaning

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Who is the singer of "Family Matters" song?

"Family Matters" song is sung by Drake.

Who is the lyrics writer of "Family Matters" song?

"Family Matters" song lyrics written by Drake.

Who is the music producer of "Family Matters" song?

"Family Matters" song music composed & produced by Boi-1da, Tay Keith, Mark Ronson, Fierce & Kevin Mitchell.

When was "Family Matters" song released?

"Family Matters" song was released on May 4, 2024.