Family is Family

They're there for your first year, they give you your first beer When you get your heart broke, they're there for your worst year Don't get you at all, but your apple don't fall too far from 'em They own too much wicker and drink too much liquor You'd wash your hands of them, but blood's always thicker You might look just like 'em; that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in handy, but family is family They're there when you're married, divorced and remarried You fall out of touch, but then someone gets buried And you're right back together like no time has ever gone by Can't live with or without 'em; you might talk about 'em But if someone else does, well, then you'll knock 'em out 'cause When it's all said and done, they're the only ones that you got Family is family, in church or in prison You get what you get, and you don't get to pick 'em They might smoke like chimneys, but give you their kidneys Yeah, friends come in handy, but family is family Yeah, family is funny, they'll ask you for money Even though they know you ain't got no money They show up at Christmas, get up in your business They might not be fancy, but family is family You might look just like 'em; that don't mean you're like 'em But you love 'em

All is well, all is well, angels and men rejoice For tonight darkness fell, into the dawn of love's light Sing A-le, sing Alleluia All is well, all is well, let there be peace on earth Christ is come. Go and tell, that He is in the manger Sing A-le, sing Alleluia All is well all is well, lift up your voice and sing Born is now Emmanuel, born is our Lord and Savior Sing Alleluia Sing Alleluia All is well Born is now Emmanuel, sing Alleluia, all is well

Through the rain and the moon and the stars You know that all this gon be ours Listen to me strum this guitar It seems like our dreams are so far We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday Tuesday Wednesday Thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday Saturday Sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up I know my family is mad at the shit that i Do But i swear they dont listen My head is spinning Grandmother told me if she hear i smoke Then i gotta go dip man Its gettin wicked I guess im dipping I need some fixing Its that not easy the fonto be hittin Maddy dont worry im working my eyes on My goals and i promise you that i aint Trippin Ya not hearin me Ya not hearing me no Fight the battle Dont let em have you I aint got fear in me woah Momma this is me Momma this is me Ima keep rapping forgetting the trapping I swear that we gon make history Ya got ya eyes on the gucci and prada but I got my eyes on the victory I bet they not gon say nun Bout tats or the rap When they see us make 10 a piece I had a Quarter P You had more me than me Wanna know the difference Youngings move all my greens Then all it come to me I just be sittin They aint say shit to me Aint say shit to me Now they all hittin me They was all whining complaining till they Started seein they gettin they shit for free Now they shit is free Musically been blessing me Momma i told you You shouldve kept they heat They was just testing me I couldn't fold you We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday tuesday wednesday thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday saturday sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up The Mary Jane took the pain away All in my mind and I can't escape Got a bond that you can't break My life feels like a movie take Lights is flashing on us Hold my hand Now we in the corner Losing grip and I'm losing composure Ass so big I could roll a blunt on her Got A nigga sweating like im sitting in a Sauna Ass so big got it from her momma Red bottom Bleeding out the Balenciaga Baby girl up always counting commas Aye, yeah And she drippy wet like agua Smoking all this weed I just fell in love With ganga Gotta give the praise to my one n only Father But I get the hustle for the money from My momma For the squady, I go narley Get to sparkin, like a harley Said I get to sparkin, just like im bob Marley yeah No more talking, we gon get this money Yeah Ayeeee Ima scream until my lungs fade Life is real, this aint no game Goin hard like im in the paint Time is ticking Time is always ticking When im fucking bitches I tell that bitch to listen A niggas on a mission Im working through every min Ain't focus on nun these bitches Ain't focus on nun these ops Ya haters always plot These niggas be ops no cop These nigga be hoe no cap You got your bitch on lock bop Time is ticking yea Think im in a dream Nigga i feel so cold ice cream I don't care im faded off the weed Time is ticking yea My watch aint say a thing But i want some icey tings I want my water gleam Hot and cold four sea- sons Working til im bleed-ing Honestly i need it Cuz my mind be leaving When im smoking weed and When fucking treesh and Get anxiety yea I just need money I don't need these treesh yea I need energyyy yea Good vibes Imma just fuck her like 2 times Imma just getta bag 2 times Imma just smoke on this weed, wait Imma just sip on some red wine Niggas be flashing beans aye Humble i stay on my grind Im moving around like a king aye I'm moving im running through red lights Time is ticking aye yea And a nigga is still in their prime We gotta sprint we gotta move I know the time is ticking We gotta push we gotta punch We gotta keep on kicking Monday tuesday wednesday thursday 2-4 7 we gettin it Friday saturday sunday Be the days for all the missions Time is tickin yeah Gotta get it yeah yeah For my niggas This one for my niggas yeah Yeah Aye, and this one for the Children yeah yeah Head up, gotta get ya bread up