Child Support

By Blu

On Good to Be Home

Released on May 19, 2014

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[Intro]

Take a— probably stop at lunch

Take a— probably stop at lunch

Take a— probably stop at lunch


[Verse 1]

Yo, I was yay high, sittin' like a baller, calling shots

80 blocks, put it on the line for the slaughter

Real J, serving niggas base and I kill breaks

Uh, spill a little water for my daughter

Still face and it tastes sweeter than your water, dope

No love, niggas catch a— for the food

You a fool tryna park on the block, balls, hot sauce

Red Barnes with that arm chopped off

Don't get your block chopped up, when that Glock pop, hot shot

As the important John John

Ayo, money green jealousy run deep in my dungarees

Clutch heat hot as the hell I'm pullin' from underneath

That boy Barnes a fucking beast, she want a piece

I want a peace for them cold nights, huggin' my piece

Fuck ducking police up in the street, nothin' but grief

They want the food you eat, my G, no love


[Chorus]

Woo-hah!

And a vocal for da war, tell, tell dem (Follow me)

They say the end is near, it's important that we

Eat my flesh, flesh of my flesh


[Verse 2]

Ayo, Andrews, boy I'm the boss

The address on my neck, you can damn near take it off

The candidate cut it up, cut it out

I made it out through the paper routes

And now we back like the sacs from the drought

You chicken back to the house, baby bags in your mouth

It's eighty stacks if it's only eighty hops, we out

I got the whip, got as far the block

Was on the dip from the strip

Caught a line from the five, you need a life nigga

Reading my rights once forced me to read and write

Green light, I hit them niggas like I had three strikes

You're lucky, pen is rusty, sometimes it gets muddy in the sunny

Where it only rain money, uh, play dummy

Be the billionaire boy with the bunny

I'm tryna stay out the game, young niggas wanna bang for me

They hear my name and throw they chain for me

We bout to get it cause it's niggas who don't, simple as that with it, ay


[Chorus]

Yeah, yeah

Family (Who I hang with, bang with)

Keep my family tight

A handful of niggas that I came with (God bless ya life)

Who wanna battle the don? My family strong

It's a struggle every day, gotta roll on

Until that day we expire and turn to vapors

Me, me and my (Fam—Fam—, Fam—, Family)


[Verse 3]

If she need it, I get it

If she want it, I'm on it, she got it, my ahk 100 percent

My nigga pompous as Prince, parking the whip playing Pac

I'm pondering if I should pop shit like my Pops

My level is like that

She credit incredible with that ice action

Get your life back, get your prize snatched

If you want it, no need to covet

It's covered, my cup runneth over

It's nothing, it's more normal to find a syringe for you

More on the block real, but still I spit formal

The streets, my money's formed, we run em, niggas torn

We warn Thor, your tournament fore, get your feelings torn

Get a reason to love life, we busting just to keep blood pumpin'

Crush mics when we touch life

Spending ones like we spend the funds

Get the huns like we used to get the guns when we did the runs

Steady counting with my lady steady bouncin'

Baby ain't even counting the age nigga, we getting thousands

Give her hundreds when I wanna give the world

Pop them niggas life for my baby, uh


[Chorus]

Family (God bless ya life)

And even though I act crazy

Who wanna battle the don? My family strong

Everything will be alright if you hold on

K-Keep my, keep my, my

Keep, keep, keep my, keep, keep

Keep my fam, keep my, keep, keep my

Keep-Keep-Keep my family tight