IndaFamily (feat. MADISON, Yang, M.M.M & Queue)

Deadhead, everybody gone mad, did you watch the aggravation

Everybody allegation, in the suit, on the news, everybody talking

Bang, bang, shot, dead, everybody gone mad

All I wanna say is that, they don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that, they don't really care about us

Skinhead, deadhead, everybody gone mad, did you watch the aggravation

Everybody allegation, in the suit, on the news, everybody talking

Bang, bang, shot, dead, everybody gone mad

All I wanna say is that, they don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that, they don't really care about us

Who the fuck I need and more than people I don't trust, yeah

Always catching side eyes from the bitches I don't fuck with

All up in my DMs looking for a solid mention

Haven't given you a thought, you begging for attention, yeah

Sucking on my coattails

You saying that you know me well

If you have some insight, please do tell

How you wound up in this posse claiming you're a love

Smoking, I can't feel no more, I walk on cloud

I watch the shape of how they move because they always end up shifty

I get the bag and then I dip with all the shit, I'm moving swiftly

And I don't like the haters talking, I don't like the fake predictions

But I'ma step up again and I'll get checks and lumps again

Stick to the bag and all the riches, I don't want no chumps as friends

Imma kick you to the curb for thirds, can I act dumb again

Don't fake about the money, yawl be riding bummy trends

I'm a pathological lyricist with some obvious drug habits

Need a psychological exorcist, all my demons are drug addicts

All my L's are on a tablet, all my L's are on a off-white tablet

Flow be automatic, all my rhymes come out like that shit

Magic, special K, fanatic, wrote ten dollar lines so I can sniff my rap

And delivery is tragic, like UPS is stagnant

I'm on my way to the fucking top like my past never happened

Bitch, ah

All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us

All I wanna say is that they don't really care about us

I've been smoking on the Lotus so my brain don't lose its focus

Token on that burning bush, uplifting me like I'm Moses

Thank heavens for my psychosis, got to stop and smell the roses

If you hear the words I've spoken, good chances you are the chosen

Now wake up to this and go handle biz, put the pen down, let the rap begin

Speaking real facts with a couple of my kin and our middle fingers up to the hater that been, on our sacks

making racks, they step on toes, we hit their tracks

And up we go, ski lifts intact, we inda fam, who got our backs

I done got tics, got a long fuse, if you say you know what I've been through

Coming at your neck, call it kung fu, only seeing what the fuck you want to

Kick you back down, don't come around, get my fucking fame right out your mouth

I work hard for shit, didn't ask for shit, then you come up with this bitch say I owe you shit

Girl shut your mouth, sit your phony ass down, your pretty little face on the prowl for clout

Just a succubus, out here sucking dick, I don't fuck with bitches

Who fuck with bitches who are out here like me running shit, bitch