Family Business

I hate people who can't offer you a job Wanna criticize ya work cuz you ain't gotta 9-5 They fail to realise that your buildin enterprise Ya sons gone look up to and feel pride They comin from a certain mind state I don't reside The fear in they heart Got they mind paralysed I don't really give a fuck I was never one of them guys I was young always hated adults all of them lied But I gotta thank em and thank em honestly Cuz honestly they showed me what I didn't wanna be My imagination stretched out across galaxies Said fuck em all created all my own realities Now the same one that you kickin outta public school Hoppin on a private jet Guess I'm not public dude Always on my do for Bugus Tryna make the separation Always perfect execution Baby it's just preparation I just always had a vision Fuck what they was talkin bout Always focused on the mission Nothin else to talk about Now I'm 25 sewin seeds for my family business Want my fam to go down like the Vanderbilt's did it 13 with ambition you gon feel frustrated 13 with ambition I just wanted to make it 13 when I wished we had a family business Put my skill set to work and have my talent extended When it comes to that energy I had the most of it And my teachers at school always caught the worst of it I just always really wished we had a family business Had jobs but every shift I was glad to be finished Countin other peoples money made me sick to my stomach Not a dummy all is see is crumbs off of this money Not a dummy swear to God I wanna own some shit I want land I want grass I want homes and shit I wanna give it to my son so he own some shit And he ain't gotta be takin out loans and shit And he ain't gotta b rentin out homes and shit But he got homes up for rent if you want homes and shit Now I'm really talkin shit hope I really got em pissed Only truth comin forth while I'm drinkin this fifth And of course Ima score Russ got the assist Might b goin off course but I'm talkin my shit I'm buildin mine strong My son gon carry on And on the day I'm gone I leave wit you these family songs Yo real eyes realize real lies Fuck what they theorise one day you'll realize Papa was in real estate I got in the right room Intellectual property ya Papa was a tycoon When I turned 12 got my first summer job I was gettin $10 for every car washed Plus my Uncle Chris owned the whole car lot Shit it was logical I started washing cars at a hospital I started off with nothin in my pocket but my hopes and my dreams Ambition runnin thru my vein Somethin dope in my genes Bout to take over the business so my kids can get in it If they wanna be in it ain't no start from beginnin Now I'm smokin weed in front of my uncles with impunity Who are you to judge if you don't offer opportunity You can't even hire me and pay a decent salary Fuck a job DIEMON.COM my own gallery Now my son know he got the dopest parent Pullin strings for my kingdom like Ed Sheeran Teach him lessons lotta kids never learn A dollar given never better than a dollar earned It's a place of business its a place of refuge It'll b the very first job of my nephew Know my name on any RD like the Neptunes Ima be the next big thing by the next June Do it for my life Really take this shit personal Liquor throwin up Still goin up vertical That's what they fear the most Turnin all the fur to coats Wanna learn to live on land Then you gotta burn the boats Ya I gotcha back son Teach you how to learn the ropes Teach you how to write a check Way before you learn to smoke And i'm goin with you when you formin up ya LLCs Residuals every 4 months From my LPs Ya thats called residual income That's gettin paid from that old work that you did son You lose in life a lot but sometimes you win son Sometimes you master it and sometimes n you Dimsun Sometimes it's fast and moments gone up in da wind son And really even when its all lookin slim son We all gonna win son