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Lyrics of family feud feat. drake by Lil Wayne
[Intro – Drake]
Yeah
Dedication 6, of course
Shoutout Guru for sending me the beat, too
Young Angel, Young Lion
More Life, no dying
Yeah
Alright I got it
Yeah

[Verse 1 – Drake]
Super Bowl goals
I’m at the crib with Puff, he got Kaepernick on the phone
He in a whole different mode
Angel hair at 2AM for being HOV
Just to show them how I treat the city like my humble abode
Ayy, tell me if TD bank is approving loans
I’m thinking about paying Wayne what Universal owes
My n---a spend a lifetime going platinum and gold
He should own half of the label, s--t outta control
Somebody get Larry Jackson on the phone
I need some ownership if we pressing go
‘Cause business is booming on behalf of me
I need a bite outta the Apple like Adam and Eve
We gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
I need my paper long like “A Milli” verse
Or, too long like a sentence from a Philly judge
F--k is the point in all the beefing when we really blood
Nobody wins when the family feuds, n---a
Everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude n----s
I make the crib, expanding pools, and expanding rooms
Adding Hammam Spas with tanning booths, n---a
That’s truth, no boost, n---a
But this isn’t all about calling truce
I’m still dishing out verbal abuse
That s--t could get re-introduced if somebody got something they urging to prove, n---a
Inspiring to the youth
New Years Eve, looking like a royal flush
Wait, we all in the same suit
I’m hall of fame in the booth, n---a
My Karma making the news, n---a
This pudding taste like the proof, n---a
If I ever see Trump he better salute n----s
Much as we do n---a
For real

[Interlude – Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Six s--t

[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
I could care less about the squad
I don’t connect when I’m flying
I’m on a jet and it’s mine
I just hope the weather is fine
I took the jet to Dubai
I took the jet to Milan
I took the jet way to Africa
Shoutout my n---a Akon
Your b---h sweating my squad
Please get the sweat out her eye
I put the d--k in her spine
I f----d the b---h in her prime
Don’t get my credit declined
Give all the credit to moms
I flipped the bird at the bird
Hey whats for dinner? Popeyes
These chickens got bird flu
And they chirp, chirp too

Always sung, never flew
These boys hide girls too
If money grow on trees, I climb and rest in that b---h
Build a treehouse and knocked the bird nest out that b---h
Stuck my neck out and s--t
Then got the heck out that s--t
And when I did, I took the special effect out of that s--t
Tunechi F ’round this b---h
The best thing left ’round this b---h
All you n----s some b-----s, I feel like Hef ’round this b---h
You call her Stephanie
I call her Steph ’round this b---h
Now back to whipping the baby
On some step mama s--t
I come direct with my s--t
I come correct with my s--t
A blank check on your face
Put some respect on my s--t
Branches starting to shake
Here comes the leaves, get the rake
I want my piece of the cake
And she’ll be sweeter than cake
Here come the leaves, get the rake
And we ain’t leaving the rake
We made the cleaners escape

Although I bleeped in your face
You playing with the right one today
Your flag is a white one today
You wearing them tight ones today
Check me a right one today
You playing with fire today
The Angel and Lion are greats
On my god, lightning striking twice in this place
Should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
All these mother f-----g beef, I need some rice on this plate
Talked to your wifey today, she feeling trifling she say
Talked to the sniper, he say
He aiming at diapers today
Pick you off like picking peppers, Peter Piper today
So tell your squad I say “BLAOW” like Spice1 would say
It’s Mortal Kombat tonight, it’s Street Fighter today

I’m Major Bison, Drizzy lit like Raiden light up the place
You see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
Oh my god, it feel like I done life in this place
But swear to god, I got money doing life in my safe
Put on the gloves like MJ, go from OG to OJ
I make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
This for Cita and Nae
This for my people and BAE
I got three sons of a gun
Them n----s keep me on safe
Hold up
I am the black god to the church
I am the fat boy to dessert
I am the landlord to the first
Got two bangers, one of them go “boutta boom”
One of them go “boutta bing”
I taught these hoes how to love
I taught these boys how to lean
I’m hiding the sky in her twinkle

The eyes don’t lie until you blink them
Keep the iron for the wrinkles
The mansion came with the sprinklers
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
Yeah, you know life is a movie, you n----s playing yourself
D--n, that’s some sick s--t
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I want Arabian wealth
You snakes come make me a belt
It’s every man for themselves
It’s every baby for sale
And you know life is a movie, you n----s rating yourself
I just hope there’s a point to watch you p-----s play with yourselves
That’s some sick s--t

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