Family Affair

[Intro] Yeah, ooh You've found me in a good mood, yaa little bastards [Hook] My Grandma told me Do not take shit From anybody in this motherfucking bitch See, my Grandma told me Never never never take no shit Especially that shark in the dark Cause that shark in the dark can suck my... Watch your mouth! My Grandma told me Never ever ever take no shit And that's probably why my Grandpa hides While my Grandmas why My heart won't quit [Verse 1: Eso] My Dad taught me how to handle the riff raff And Mum bought the paint First time I did graff One time for the fam' that you got Granny got a gun and never ran from the cops So I stand on this rock with a Zen mentality And drift this bitch 'til we bend reality My bloodline bangs when I handle the beat So don't bark up my family tree I say what you think But I'm not a mind reader I'm good to my girl But I wear a wife-beater Happy as fuck when I rap with my cuz If you're battling him Then you're battling us A world full of wolves Who's the leader of the pack? When they teach you how to act Try to keep you in a trap Conditioned 'til you're blue in the face So take it from rage I won't do what they say! [Hook] [Verse 2: Bliss] Just Bob, like you're mad on Marley And I've finally got a job to get my Dad that Harley Though it's hardly a job cause the two forms refuses I'm an uncle now, with a newborn nephew Flowers grew Ground broke with the buzz Jam with my fam', sound voce - with my cuz We don't say it enough So from all of my band I'm a take a second now To give it up to all of my fans I just stand in the kitchen With a plan and a vision I'm a man on a mission With my folk on a Fridays Soak in the light rays Carolina, blue sky Coast on the highway On track, fired up and steam-powered Never listen to the dream-doubters they're bean counters Join the mental, consequential song writer Lit the island up, like a continental bonfire [Hook] [Verse 3: Bliss n Eso (back and forth)] 26th of March The vision is bliss Izm 5:55, on the 5th of the 5th Eso poppin' in new years Flippin' the script It's just 3 '80 babies that chill in the crib We're not givin' a shit So respect your elders The proof's in the pudding That protects and shelters So tell this to the rock in your way I don't budge mate, you ain't got what it takes Got Tinkerbells magic dust and I'm saddled up Down at the jam, rattled up in a cattle truck Paint those pics with the pallet of a dreamer Make those sick and rally the arena Take no shit, we were revved up from the start To the sleepers we were the bedbugs in the dark In this pool won't shed blood for the sharks The best drug is the head rush from the art I remember when Grandma would make the meals My uncle didn't like bikes with training wheels And me and mum would work at local markets for tax-free cash with a backseat dad Which makes me the man of the house With a girl and a great dane Hand me the crown Load up the 22 That's Granny in the chair Put your hands in the air for this family affair Because [Hook]