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Family
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Family was released on December 20, 2018 by 785734 Records DK as a part of the album Family - Single
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Release DateDecember 20, 2018
Label785734 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Somtochukwu Okonkwo
Somtochukwu Okonkwo
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Somtochukwu Okonkwo
Somtochukwu Okonkwo
Engineer
Penacho
Penacho
Producer
Ugonna "thegunnavision" Ikechi
Ugonna "thegunnavision" Ikechi
Art Director

Lyrics

Rolling in with the bros in the dungeon
Whole damn team got you running from the function
Spitting fire in the booth
Your lost and confused at the junctions
Your Lost and confused in assumptions
That’s the worst type of insight, walking a thin line
Money on decline, that’s destruction
Your destructive, read instructions, be productive
Martyr **** coming for the loot [give me the loot]
Martyr **** speak the truth [fuck out my face]
Martyr season on repeat [give us the loot]
Every summer is a feast [fuck out the way]
{Verse 2]
Rapping fast, everybody I love got my back, stata math, heavy numbers on the master plan, you see, nothing, you keep bluffing, I keep moving, scheming, no snoozing, up late producing, magic for the planet, static that I planted have your energy feeling free from the roots of evil coming at your neck, everyday feeling stressed but everyday feeling blessed, give thanks to the GOD, keep a **** on his feet, alive and well, I got no complaints as far as I got my Health
No need to stress yourself
Watch your health
Grow beyond best
Go beyond the potential they put on your schedule
Your special
Very instrumental to this beat we call life
Detrimental bullshit have your mental your thinking twice, drifting away from the essential, towards the lies, fuck your mob ties, **** I’m on God’s side
Martyr **** coming for the loot [give me the loot]
Martyr **** speak the truth [fuck out my face]
Martyr season on repeat [give us the loot]
Every summer is a feast [fuck out the way]
{Verse 3}
Cleaning like I’m cleaning out my closet, secrets dripping through the faucet, that’s why I padlock my locket, grew up in a city that’s lawless, lifestyle far from flawless, I had to work the hardest, was the farthest from the fruits of the harvest, played chess and beat the smartest, hank Pym particles in my arsenal, built a mansion from an ant hill, put the laboratory beside the trap house, told the never story in a glass house, then had to dash out, cause haters had doubts, which led to black outs, don’t believe me, snap out, already mapped out, the route to the cash cow, X marks the spot, that’s the plan now, no sense when you talk, sounding as stoopid as the class clown
No vests on my body cause I don’t fear anybody, if you want to kill me, kill me, but do it properly, cause if you don’t, instead of your enemy, your friend will be the one screaming "man down"
I stay happy, clean as Pharrell on my mental, I don’t give a fuck about credentials, the fame, the awards, the medals, keep em, pree what’s essential, if you did the math to the decimal, you would see past what you call skeptical, stay focused on the fundamentals, never lose momentum
Tell me do you really wanna know, I know six paths if you wanna go, six different ways to murder the flow, seven relentless nights spent on the growth, eight consistent straight shots for your cold, nine times over I would die for my home, ten times ten, that’s default mode
Written by: Somtochukwu Okonkwo
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