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letra de family connect - kippp

if i had the magical powers
to redo all the things, most people have written
and if i had those powers, to bring you back here again
i’m runnin’ in circles, lookin’ and searchin’
look high and low for the purpose
convincin’ myself this earth is just full curses and cursive
i pull the curtains, interpretin’ how i exposed the surface
of n-ggas that no one’s ever seen
they hide behind these magazines
let’s see, i seen it all, way back
if i was you, i wouldn’t say that, no
anything they ever did to make sure i wouldn’t ever win
it just made me a better man, i put that on my soul
if it’s platinum in my watch, should i still care ’bout goin’ gold?
if i gave that sh-t away, you think i’m ever goin’ broke?
i’m not chasin’ money, money chasin’ me
you found what you lookin’ for when you stop lookin’ for it
end of story, yeah
see, more n-gga want the glory and think success is euphoric
expect to get rich tourin’ and never do sh-t for it, man
i been historic so long, it’s gettin’ borin’
multiple mansions to reside and switch foreigns, pourin’
plenty game in domani cup
all our moves are calculatin’, you could wish the dummy’s luck
yeah i guess everyone exaggerates when they comin’ up
but that just their imagination, really, these n-ggas ain’t got no money, bruh
they wanna know who you are, not who you wanna be
want smoke online and ain’t handle the around-the-corner beef
coward, good luck avoidin’ gettin’ extorted
with absentee morals and horrible priorities
catch you somewhere in your mid-forties
down in florida, by the water, scr-pin’ up enough to buy a forty
type of billboard ain’t sh-t when you did poorly
buy your kids so they can’t remember what you did for ’em
ayy, you remember when you showed me that half a mill’ in that shoe box?
then i said, “i want to rap, ” so you put me on big and 2pac
‘fore we came a long way, l.a. with b and jay
or flyin’ to coach-lla playing spades on pj’s
gimme three days, my gallery finna triple my salary
doubled up on my k dot, the sad sh-t, watch my calories
crazy, i couldn’t fathom the thought of me goin’ platinum
i shattered my ceiling and captured my feelings in this verse
i’ll gradually k!ll ’em, i’ll turn down a million, it’s not worth my integrity
i’m most definitely my daddy’s son, it’s no denyin’
i used to run from my last name
i was mortified of being that n-gga that live off a n-gga at twenty-five
so i moved out at eighteen and now i’m on my own
pops, i know you got it, but i’d just rather get it on my own
tell ’em stop askin’ all them questions, the answers in my song
place the pen in my left hand and watch me write my wrongs
ha, it funny ain’t it, how i could be entertainin’?
millions stashed in the bank and more millions on real estate
ridin’ round in a vanquish, tryna stop for complainants
’cause my kids won’t let me help ’em and i just can’t ascertain it
then again, kinda remind me of me ‘fore i met jason
sellin’ crack daily but knew i was goin’ places, listen
sometimes you confident, can over-wear your conscious
to the point, seem like it make the smartest one do the dumbest sh-t
learn to be the thermostat, not the thermometer
never put your trust in n-ggas, even when they promise something
okay, pride keep you hungry when you on the come up
don’t matter who you son of, n-gga, you a one-of-one
sometimes the weight feel like a hundred tons
i know, but learned to carry load
’cause that the harris way
go win a hundred or nothin’, don’t never half-way
f-ck with anything and keep navigating your pathway
i already know it’s greatness in you ’cause i put it there
they say that pressure make diamonds, find it
be you at all times and see who not to align with
n-gga, shinin’ was the point of the assignment
duh

- kippp

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