Lyrical Breakdown of Death In The Family (Feat. Paul Cain) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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[Fabolous (talking):] I don't got time for all this Just fast forward to the part where he start killing shit Yeah like right here Yeah (yeah) Yeah (yeah) [Fabolous:] Tough times don't last but tough people do I father n-ggas the way wayne and puff reproduce Lil rap bastards Running round with your snapback caps backwards Should be in rap caskets Who you think showed them the go hard with stunting And who you think showed 'em that those broads was nothing And who you think showed 'em that those cars was something And when fathers day came I got no card or nothing So I ain't out here trying to expose frauds for nothing And I ain't out here pulling these hoes cards for nothing They was bitches on deck y'all, made 'em queens Watching sports with a chick that got ball player dreams (swish) I'm watching these dogs play with my old bones I feel like n-ggas done found one of my old phones We in the house, y'all looking to hold loans And when the market was up, you wouldn't have sold homes So this the foreclosure of the wannabe If you can't be yourself, then who you gonna be? Dad to your swag, your style was like a son to me Your stylist got thank yous, you never sent one to me Lets pray for 'em Y'all repeat this one with me "now I lay me down to sleep, I pray for those who run with me If I die before I wake, arrest the girl I brung with me I give the Lord my swag to take whenever God is done with me" [Hook:] I be saying to myself as I put on da gloves It hurts when you gotta kill a n-gga you love [x4] [Paul Cain:] Yeah It's painful when bestfriends become ya enemies And you finding out that they not who they pretend to be (wow) The whole time you conspired to put an end to me And I'm still trying to show this n-gga love, silly me So I might she'd tears as I put on my gloves But I won't show emotions when I fill him with slugs Cause n-ggas die everyday here And you can get hit picking ya seed up from daycare N-ggas don't play fair That's why I'm straightforward, f-ck being all discrete If I can knock 'em off quick, f-ck beefing all for weeks So we was up late night hunting, y'all was sleep Cause we the wolves hiding in clothes, y'all the sheep Who taught ya the game, who showed y'all the streets? And who bought 'em them things they sold y'all for cheap? And who came up the bill when them hoes called police? Now you fronting so I gotta expose y'all to see Ungrateful motherf-cker, who fed you when you was hurting? (me) Whenever drama came up, who was putting the work in? (me) I was spitting live on hot 9 You was still rehearsing Already my son and this was before I met you in person So no matter how many colorful fake chains you purchase Like that bullshit you wearing You're always gonna b worthless You just spit it, I lived it Who's really writing the verses Lose put em in the casket who you think driving the hearses [Hook]