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Wale The Sage - Family Affair Lyrics

Family Affair Lyrics[Chorus]
Won't believe me, see, I'm 23 in my momma crib
Hard to leave, pocket ain't been deep since like '93
Tryna breathe, all I do is bleed, nothing's guaranteed
Yellin', fuck like I'm Riley Reid in this world of greed

[Verse 1]
Didn't graduate college (No)
Need a spring in my steps like hydraulics
I was raised in a house full of dollars
I felt like a dullard in room full of scholars
Fuck my dad, he was never a father
Thanks to mom, see my life going further
I've been runnin' and bruisin', I feel like Tom cruisin'
This mission I'm on gettin' harder

[Verse 2]
All I want is designer jeans, the finer things
A Queen with a diamond ring, no stress in this life of sin
A violin that sing with a thousand strings
A house of sеa that sit at the bay of kings
I'm glad when I lose or win
Might losе a limb from chasing what peace could bring
I'm stressed and this shit's obscence
All I want is designer jeans, the finer things
A Queen with a diamond ring, no stress in this life of sin
A violin that sing with a thousand strings
A house of sea that sit at the bay of kings
I'm glad when I lose or win
Might lose a limb from chasing what peace could bring
I'm stressed and this shit's obscene
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Yo, Wale, I got [?] you know like, you know, with family
Tryna see what [?] with fifty dollars real quick
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[Chorus]
Won't believe me, see, I'm 23 in my momma crib
Hard to leave, pocket ain't been deep since like '93
Tryna breathe, all I do is bleed, nothing's guaranteed
Yellin', fuck like I'm Riley Reid in this world of, world of
Won't believe me, see, I'm 23 in my momma crib
Hard to leave, pocket ain't been deep since like '93
Tryna breathe, all I do is bleed, nothing's guaranteed
Yellin', fuck like I'm Riley Reid in this world of greed

[Verse 3]
Family broken, woah, look at the fake decor
Vudu and Juju, but look how we praise the Lord
Smilin' when we at war, keepin' scores
My grandma was killed, we know
And nothing ain't real no more, lay at shore
These niggas obsessed for sure
That's why I choose to ignore
My family say, Wale ungrateful, Wale not faithful
Dreads on his head ungrateful, Wale don't call
Wale didn't graduate college
The way that he's livin' his shameful
Stervin' up plates, so overweight
He's livin' at home, this nigga disgraceful
Fuck what they say, I'm making my way
I'm tryna be great, don't care if they hate you
[Chorus]
Won't believe me, see, I'm 23 in my momma crib
Hard to leave, pocket ain't been deep since like '93
Tryna breathe, all I do is bleed, nothing's guaranteed
Yellin', fuck like I'm Riley Reid in this world of, world of
Won't believe me, see, I'm 23 in my momma crib
Hard to leave, pocket ain't been deep since like '93
Tryna breathe, all I do is bleed, nothing's guaranteed
Yellin', fuck like I'm Riley Reid in this world of greed