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Tekster: Plies. Da Realist. Family Straight.

You know some people used say money change things
Say money change things
I'm here to tell you money don't change every motherfucking thing
Change every motherfucking thing

Last ten years momma been working twice a day
Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight
My auntie got AIDS, she starting to lose her faith
My brother back in prison, second time he gone away

My daddy still smoking that shit I can see it in his face
My lil' cousin sixteen, pregnant from a nigga thirty eight
Tryna stay on my son, make sure he's doing what his mama say
Before you take me God help me get my family straight

I asked God why he didn't bless me with a silver spoon
'Cause if he did I would never have had to be a goon
If he gone change my family, I hope he change 'em soon
I'm tired of answering my phone and hearing bad news

My grandma on a walker, she can barely move
Just to tell me she love me take all her breath to do
She on a kidney machine, I know it's hurting too
Four times a week gotta get her blood drew

She say the bible prayer is the only thing that get her through
Why my grandma deserve this, God what did she do?
Though just 'cause I had a lil' money I could buy her a new one
She hold the family together she's one I can't lose

Last ten years momma been working twice a day
Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight
My auntie got AIDS, she starting to lose her faith
My brother back in prison, second time he gone away

My daddy still smoking that shit I can see it in his face
My lil' cousin sixteen, pregnant from a nigga thirty eight
Tryna stay on my son, make sure he's doing what his mama say
Before you take me God help me get my family straight

My auntie got AIDS and I'm watching her suffer
Why she gotta die 'cause she was in love with a hustla
Even though she's dying, she says she still loves him
I know if I see him again I'll kill that mothaficka

Only get fifteen minutes to talk to my brother
'Cause he in prison gotta go see him if I wanna hug him
Some niggas willing to lose their freedom just for thuggin'
'Cause he made a mistake, gotta be here because I love him

Uncle just called me, found out his daughter fucking
Fucking when they fourteen now like it's nothing
In the hood it's happening ten out of a dozen
That nigga her daddy's age that's fucking my lil' cousin

Last ten years momma been working twice a day
Grandma on a kidney machine, she done lost all the weight
My auntie got AIDS, she starting to lose her faith
My brother back in prison, second time he gone away

My daddy still smoking that shit I can see it in his face
My lil' cousin sixteen, pregnant from a nigga thirty eight
Tryna stay on my son, make sure he's doing what his mama say
Before you take me God help me get my family straight

My daddy damn near fifty still living with his momma
Can't even have a family reunion 'cause it's always drama
Last three months I done lost both of my uncles
Why my family luck so bad I sit and wonder

We ain't close like we should and it's taking us under
The only time we come together is to have a funeral
Sit around and talk about each other, spread rumors
Know it's some of my fault 'cause I don't talk to 'em

For my family to be happy is all I wanted
Help my grandma fight God, I know she don't
To see my mama retire that's all I want
Hope my brother get out to see his kids for once