Family

[Intro: Frank Casino]
Aye
Yah
I'm so sick
Aye
Mmm

[Verse 1: Frank Casino]
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the world tour trip we gon' take to Miami
Swear I do it for the Grammy
Swear I do it for the Grammy
Had to do it for my Bob Marley yah my bra who been jammin'
Had to do it for my gangsters
My la familia nigga vatos
My bank rollie nigga squad, squad
Throw scissors yeah nigga cut throat
I swear man we here for the whole thing
Gold city I need gold links
Brown chick in pink mink
Got a thing of bringing no flings
On the job nigga boss tings
La costra nostra nigga our ting
LeBron James nigga big rings
Big engine hear the ting sing
Justin Timberlake we NSYNC
Everywhere we move we need a brick
Bouncers know the boy they let him in
Your late mews nigga little men
Suave nigga what a gentle man
Precise man I got preference
This opulence too much arrogance
Frankie, Franklin Benjamin
It's top dollar nigga in the end
Off bars need a sentence man
Heavy weight flows got a Benz
In the house now [?]

[Chorus: Frank Casino]
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family
Had to do it for the family

[Post-Chorus: Riky Rick]
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the fam!
I did this shit for the fam!
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the fam!
I did this shit for the fam!

[Verse 2: Riky Rick]
My swagger Italian, capisce?
My nigga your run is finish
We got the game on a leash
I am the king of the niche
I hustle hard and I'm poppin' now
I make kotini a proper noun
Told my brothers we ain't floppin' now
GTs I ain't stoppin' now
The diamonds I'm rocking are flawless
The honnies I deal with are gorgeous
The niggas I chill with are lawless
We keep a fund for the lawyers
We are the realest makoyas
We are the realest mak-ooh! Eish
I built this thing for my br-ooh! Eish
Shout out my nigga Mal-ooms! Eish
Niggas scared niggas petrified
Live show got 'em terrified
Niggas jealous tryna bury I
Money, money got 'em teary eyed
Don't cry don't weap bra
Don't show my niggas you weak bruv
Don't show my niggas you soft bruv
Or we'll turn the trap to an Opera
I did this shit for the family
I did this shit for the fam
Your favourite rapper's a STAN
Your favourite rapper's my fan
Your honnie she lying, she lying
Yeah, she know who I am
She like my pics on the 'gram
I did this shit for the fam

[Fading Outro]
For the fam
For the fam
For the fam
For the fam