Waptrick Fabolous Ft Paul Cain - Death In The Family Song Lyrics

  • [Verse 1: Fabolous]

    Tough times don't last, but tough people do

    I father niggas the way Wayne and Puff reproduce

    Little rap bastards, running round with your snapback caps backwards

    Should be in rap caskets

    Who you think showed them to go hard with stunting?

    And who you think showed them that those broads was nothing?

    And who you think showed them that those cars was something?

    And when Father's Day came, I got no card or nothing

    So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing

    And I ain't out here pulling these hoes' cards for nothing

    They was bitches on deck, y'all made em queens

    Watching sports with a chick who got ballplayer dreams -- swish

    I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones

    I feel like niggas done found one of my old phones

    We in the house -- y'all look into home loans

    And when the market was up, you wouldn'tve sold, holmes

    So this the foreclosure of the wanna-be

    If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be?

    Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me

    Your stylist got thank-yous, you never sent one to me

    Let's pray for 'im, y'all repeat this one with me

    "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me

    If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me

    I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me"

    [Hook: Fabolous]

    I be saying to myself as I put on the gloves

    "It hurts when you gotta kill a nigga you love"

    [Verse 2: Paul Cain]

    It's painful when best friends become your enemies

    And you're finding out that they're not who they pretend to be

    The whole time, you conspired to put an end to me

    And I'm still trying to show this nigga love -- silly me

    So I might shed tears as I put on my gloves

    But I won't show emotion when I fill him with slugs

    Cause niggas die every day here, and you can get hit

    Picking your seed up from daycare, niggas don't play fair

    That's why I'm straightforward, fuck being all discreet

    And knock him off quick, fuck beefing on for weeks

    So we was up late night hunting, y'all was sleep

    Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y'all the sheep

    Who taught you the game, who showed y'all the streets?

    And who brought in the things they sold y'all for cheap?

    And who came with the bail when them hoes called police?

    Now you're fronting, so I gotta expose y'all deceit

    Ungrateful motherfucker -- who fed you when you was hurting?

    Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in?

    I was spitting live on Hot 9, you was still rehearsing

    Already my son, and this was before I met you in person

    So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase

    Like that bullshit you wearing, you always gonna be worthless

    You just spit it, I lived it -- who's really writing the verses?

    Lous put him in a casket -- who you think's driving the hearses?


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