495 FAMILY by Scales Lyrics
[Verse]
Bullets hailing, bodies dying, flying
I can see the storm
I don't understand why uncle Sam put me against Viet Congs
Name is Paul, faded gone
Wanna get my paper off
My tears are rolling down my face right now
As I write make a song
I'm riding in this truck, mothafuck yo suppliers
Higher than a lot of people got but fuck it I was tired
Not no liar we all got problems
That's that shout out to my dad
My brother Scott will always love me cause this family all I have
Took a trip to San Diego yeah I'm fishing off the coast
This that good time that I'm having
So don't try to approach
Smoke a couple winstons chilling
Have a couple tokes
We them smokas we them rollas'
Shout out people with some hope
Hold up
Hit this lick I'm really jamming
This that music that I'm brandished
Hopefully i pass it on through my blood line
Right all where I'm standing
Girlies glancing name is rich
They could never hate on this
I'm wit Jim we having breakfast
With my roommate we just smoked
Heard they got plug on acid
We gon' drop it w them folks
Freedom and love for every person
The only thing I know
Boy my brothers soul it glow
When we falling through the heavens
With my mother we will go
Wherever they accepting
Now this brings you to the present point
Of where the Scales be talking
I be crawling, I be spitting
I'm a victim of the gauntlet
Of the 8 sides of the drama that got all the people started
I'm just glad my family got my back
Till my days are departed
I'm a bring it to the next life and I'm a still be fuckin' sparking
All the blunts up with my dad and all his brothers cause we awesome
I don't care what you say, and I don't care how you move
Cause y'all don't know nothing bout' all the shit you could lose
Shout out Mike, shout out Chris, shout out Fergie, and they families
Really hope y'all be alright
Big shout out Brianna
Your brother died and I feel bad because
We should've fucking stopped it, fuck
I wish it didn't take him so he could see what I been doing
Wish that Mike wasn't in the pen
Yo fucking right, they really screwed him
That's my homie he ain't stupid
If you got problems we could sort it
If you jacked as fuck or strapping up
I'll call the homie Jorge
Fuck everybody hating, we creations from the dirt
When i make it and I swear i will
I'll give y'all both like 60 first
Cause I can't thank y'all both enough
Cause y'all done told me get this work
Bullets hailing, bodies dying, flying
I can see the storm
I don't understand why uncle Sam put me against Viet Congs
Name is Paul, faded gone
Wanna get my paper off
My tears are rolling down my face right now
As I write make a song
I'm riding in this truck, mothafuck yo suppliers
Higher than a lot of people got but fuck it I was tired
Not no liar we all got problems
That's that shout out to my dad
My brother Scott will always love me cause this family all I have
Took a trip to San Diego yeah I'm fishing off the coast
This that good time that I'm having
So don't try to approach
Smoke a couple winstons chilling
Have a couple tokes
We them smokas we them rollas'
Shout out people with some hope
Hold up
Hit this lick I'm really jamming
This that music that I'm brandished
Hopefully i pass it on through my blood line
Right all where I'm standing
Girlies glancing name is rich
They could never hate on this
I'm wit Jim we having breakfast
With my roommate we just smoked
Heard they got plug on acid
We gon' drop it w them folks
Freedom and love for every person
The only thing I know
Boy my brothers soul it glow
When we falling through the heavens
With my mother we will go
Wherever they accepting
Now this brings you to the present point
Of where the Scales be talking
I be crawling, I be spitting
I'm a victim of the gauntlet
Of the 8 sides of the drama that got all the people started
I'm just glad my family got my back
Till my days are departed
I'm a bring it to the next life and I'm a still be fuckin' sparking
All the blunts up with my dad and all his brothers cause we awesome
I don't care what you say, and I don't care how you move
Cause y'all don't know nothing bout' all the shit you could lose
Shout out Mike, shout out Chris, shout out Fergie, and they families
Really hope y'all be alright
Big shout out Brianna
Your brother died and I feel bad because
We should've fucking stopped it, fuck
I wish it didn't take him so he could see what I been doing
Wish that Mike wasn't in the pen
Yo fucking right, they really screwed him
That's my homie he ain't stupid
If you got problems we could sort it
If you jacked as fuck or strapping up
I'll call the homie Jorge
Fuck everybody hating, we creations from the dirt
When i make it and I swear i will
I'll give y'all both like 60 first
Cause I can't thank y'all both enough
Cause y'all done told me get this work