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Family First Yo, listen up, I’m back, here to wreck ya, Dumb Drake, man, you need a checkup, Flexin’ with your cash, but it don’t mean shit, Your rhymes so weak, they need a full edit. Pedophile loverboy in the booth, Claimin' you the truth, but it’s all smoke, no proof, You sipin’ on that vibe, but it’s watered down, I’m stormin’ in, ready to take your crown. You rich as a bitch, but your bars don’t hit, Actin’ like a thug, but you ain’t even lit, Hidin’ behind your brand, you a soft-ass fool, While I'm out here grindin’, breakin’ every rule. “Family first?” Man, where they at, though? ’Cause your whole crew’s weak, lookin’ like a sad show, Drake, you a washed-up clown in that fake bling, I’m the king of the streets, hear the chaos I bring. Your songs all sound the same, that shit’s monotonous, But I’m droppin’ bombs, you can call me the protagonist, Out here makin’ moves, you just flippin’ pancakes, I’m breaking all your records, leave your ass in heartaches. You a lover, but you claim you got that thug hustle, Trade your bars for some charm, watch me flex my muscle, Catch me spittin’ fire, you just melt in the heat, Step to me, boy, you know you can’t compete. So raise that white flag, know you livin’ in fear, This family-first vibe, boy, I’m makin’ it clear, You ain't in my league, you a joke in this game, When I’m done with this diss, they won’t remember your name. Bitch, step back, ‘fore you enter the ring, Come at me wrong, I’m the truth, I’m the king, Dumb Drake, face it, this ain’t your turf, Family first, yeah, respect what it’s worth.
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Family First Yo, listen up, I’m back, here to wreck ya, Dumb Drake, man, you need a checkup, Flexin’ with your cash, but it don’t mean shit, Your rhymes so weak, they need a full edit. Pedophile loverboy in the booth, Claimin' you the truth, but it’s all smoke, no proof, You sipin’ on that vibe, but it’s watered down, I’m stormin’ in, ready to take your crown. You rich as a bitch, but your bars don’t hit, Actin’ like a thug, but you ain’t even lit, Hidin’ behind your brand, you a soft-ass fool, While I'm out here grindin’, breakin’ every rule. “Family first?” Man, where they at, though? ’Cause your whole crew’s weak, lookin’ like a sad show, Drake, you a washed-up clown in that fake bling, I’m the king of the streets, hear the chaos I bring. Your songs all sound the same, that shit’s monotonous, But I’m droppin’ bombs, you can call me the protagonist, Out here makin’ moves, you just flippin’ pancakes, I’m breaking all your records, leave your ass in heartaches. You a lover, but you claim you got that thug hustle, Trade your bars for some charm, watch me flex my muscle, Catch me spittin’ fire, you just melt in the heat, Step to me, boy, you know you can’t compete. So raise that white flag, know you livin’ in fear, This family-first vibe, boy, I’m makin’ it clear, You ain't in my league, you a joke in this game, When I’m done with this diss, they won’t remember your name. Bitch, step back, ‘fore you enter the ring, Come at me wrong, I’m the truth, I’m the king, Dumb Drake, face it, this ain’t your turf, Family first, yeah, respect what it’s worth.
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