Went to my family doctor For a pain inside my head Told him that since you left me I was feelin' like just about dead Doctor, what can you give me And
Tell me what you gon? do? Be another family failure Disrespectin' all your elders, go livin' in a shelter Or you gon? get killed put in jail or be a doctor
She had a criminal conversation with the devil On the back seat of a burned out Toyota Camry She said she'd finally found a way to start a family But
, reach for the sky I got a few relatives, given family drama Always got they hands out When they see me and my momma One could have been a doctor the
my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too, If I'd broken both my legs, where
My father is a doctor, he's a family man My mother works for charity whenever she can They're both good clean Americans who abide by the law And they
my jeans like the Bushes We don't chase money we chase dreams Rub this money in your face, face cream Doctors say I have a problem I see nothing but the bread
And the doctors say you only have a short time to live They say that there's no cure for your disease Now you're crying, ?Somebody help me please? But your family
But Regime be the realest shit alive, ride or die So high am I, nigga you can't tell from the eyes Blood shot red The feds gettin' bread from the pies
'd I get my fags? Who'd empty out my dustbins? Would I still get plastic bags? If there were no hospitals, and no doctors too, If I'd broken both my legs
is laying in the grave [Chorus] [Verse 3] I got a few relatives giving the family drama Always got they hands out when they see me and my mama One could have been a doctor
] [Intro] [E.S.G.] Gotta make your mail, gotta make your bread Can't be scared, to push ahead Don't give a damn, what no one said Got's to keep, your family
How you gon tell the world that it got you scared? You supposed to be the man, can't bring home bread Make it 5:15, families don't get fed Livin check
(feat. Rap-A-Lot Family) [Yukmouth] I live the life of a hoodlum Take ten paces, turn around and shoot 'em Concrete Budda We threw 'em in the creak
Tell me what you gon? do? Be another family failure Disrespectin all your elders Go livin in a shelter Or you gon? get killed put in jail or be a doctor
Regime be the realest shit alive Ride or die So high am I, Nigga you can't tell from the eyes Blood shot red The feds gettin' bread from the pies Wiseguys
