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Family 1st (ft. Ampichino)

Berner
[Berner:]
I'll never understand dry snitchin' on the 'Gram
Killers move in silence, then why do killers hit the stand?
Everybody tellin', we threw his body in the lake
And kept his thumb 'cause his fingerprints opened up his safe
Bring the jack back, I'm slappin' pretty black
And my truck hundred packs and up
Yeah, plenty cash is tucked
They came masked up and ran into bad luck
I'm in my bag tough 'cause I never had much
Grab the black gloves, get 'em bagged up, on the last truck
This my last run, I'll be here 'til the cash come
Cast want me paralyzed, there's prices on my life now
And really I ain't scared to die, but damn I'm livin' right now
Mozzy told me bite down, made everybody lie down
Three shots cleared the room, I'm hidin' out, interloom
Everybody wanna eat, yeah, I'm sure there's plenty room
But fuck it, I am greedy, and the dope game needed Bern

[Ampichino:]
Never answer questions, nigga, family first
Do you have any suggestions how to traffic this work?
Stay the fuck off the phone, try stackin' it first
Tell her sock it to your pocket, quit smackin' her purse
Never answer questions, nigga, family first
Do you have any suggestions how to traffic this work?
Stay the fuck off the phone, try stackin' it first
Tell her sock it to your pocket, quit smackin' her purse

[Mozzy:]
I used to watch mama sell dope, that was like nine five
I swear that the time fly, next thing I know, I'm doin' drive-bys
You know they gon' pull up lookin' for me whenever the crime rise
So I'm finna pull off and get low in one of these highrise
Ayy, check out the wide body, Hell Gang, yeah, die about it
Hit his body, got him pop lockin'
Nigga, base rock got the block poppin'
Ayy, watch how I back in
Pick up twelve-five on the backend
You see with the rack then
That's why the labels near him, tryna tap in, yeah
These niggas be cattin', these bitches faggin', they try to be back friends, yeah
These niggas be cattin', these bitches faggin', they try to be back friends, yeah
He got the baby drake on him right now, tryna blab shit, yeah
Go pop the trunk on the Escalade and bring all the bags in
Stash box for the slapstick, real nigga, no rap shit
Cook pack doin' backflips, came a long way from not havin' shit
Ayy, shout out the savages, they'll sell a nigga fake Actavis
Ayy, shout out the savages, they'll swiv' a nigga out his packages

[Ampichino:]
Never answer questions, nigga, family first
Do you have any suggestions how to traffic this work?
Stay the fuck off the phone, try stackin' it first
Tell her sock it to your pocket, quit smackin' her purse
Never answer questions, nigga, family first
Do you have any suggestions how to traffic this work?
Stay the fuck off the phone, try stackin' it first
Tell her sock it to your pocket, quit smackin' her purse

A-M-P, I'm dopper than your hardest rapper
We used to take your starter jackets, now we servin' raw to addicts
Woppin' niggas automatic, sockin' niggas, baller status
We ball like the Mavericks, raw dog, I'm a savage
Blastin' at your cabbage, the season of the sick
The reason we was rich, we was lettin' niggas have it
Gorillas in the mist, we took an oath to never breathe a name
So much coke, ain't gotta cop until the seasons change
Hustled in the rain, you never felt pain
Well you never took a life or never dealt 'caine
Or count a hundred bands on the jet plane
A thousand grams of clam at a Nets game
TEC's bang, or the FN with the Brazilian weave
That's the extension, so niggas got rich off dealin' weed
Murder the penalty, they wanna kill me in my sleep
They won't remember me, I bring death to my enemies

Never answer questions, nigga, family first
Do you have any suggestions how to traffic this work?
Stay the fuck off the phone, try stackin' it first
Tell her sock it to your pocket, quit smackin' her purse
Never answer questions, nigga, family first
Do you have any suggestions how to traffic this work?
Stay the fuck off the phone, try stackin' it first
Tell her sock it to your pocket, quit smackin' her purse