This is a song about "Kill for my family"

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Or even near to my family

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Where would i be if it wasn't for my family

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

They down to do it all, i call 'em us open

Some kill for millions, i sold my soul for pennies son!

Unless i had to provide for my family, i would never deal coke,

Every morning calls his comrade to come and get him to smoke

Is to be more than just a rap musicianthe elevation of today's generation

I tore my family apart, sin by sin. in my head it happens limb for limb.

Multisyllabic and internal rhymes about conscious topics, creating the

Kill a babysitter and hire a gravedigger for my motherfucking nigga,