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shady blaze - fam and money lyrics

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(intro)
sh-t, ye n-gg-s be ready to get back in the booth, ya got me?
[…]

(interlude x2)
n-gg- picture the net that pad on the low
now i’m bout to come back and up on the go
keep on shootin’ but nothin’ did not belong
got the devil on my back but you neva will see me throw

(verse)
i’m a go, n-gg-, born and raised up in no name cadi
name is shady blaze, like a bulldozer, i’m bout to pave the way
done changed the whole game in a major way
bring that back on, i’m bout to proceed
and continue makin’ you see anything that fundle yo need
tell the n-gg- to hit his b-tch and light it under deceit
they’d hit a stranger for the h-ll of it, they all goin’ thru it
(shady blaze’s back) the more pain, but never with the same beretta
my aim and my range be better, but a n-gg- tryna be cool
get my thangs together. listen, my brain is clever
remember my name forever
for a minute i’ve been holdin’ back, but now a n-gg- really ova that
brown poster rap, f-ck fame, i don’t go for that
i go for cheddar and cheese and a loaf of that

(hook)
(all the b-tches) fam and money’s all i need
(i ought to have all of that)
fam and money’s all i need
fam and money’s all i need
(i ought to have all that bullsh-t)
fam and money’s all i need
fam and money’s all i need
(i ought to have me a standards)
fam and money’s all i need
fam and money’s all i need

(verse)
gun up in the glove compartment, daughter in the back seat
you wonderin’ what’s goin’ on in my mind, don’t even ask me
i’m a little bit over protective
f-ck with my mind, you will get yo -ss beat
i’m a match maker, won’t stop until my pocket’s in the cash meat
i’m exactly whateva you’re thinkin’
the reason i’m drinkin’ is because i’m depressed
the more that i’m drinking, i’m feeling it aiming the end of my body
all of me i’m possessin’
everything i gave a f-ck about is out the window
i deal with this so i could care less
ye look at me, open enough to all of me
jyaw, i d on’t give a f-ck

(interlude x2)
i do this for me and me only
don’t have any friends, don’t have any hommies
because in the end, all of them phoney
don’t try to pretend like ye one of me



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