American Family

Lyrics

[Verse: Cam the Mac] Roll weed on magazines, my choppas got magazines My bitches in magazines, Burberry hold up my jeans You a G, you a G, you a G huh I heard you say it but that shit ain't what it seem huh You left the hood without a word I think you snitchin' You supposed to stay down for the hood but you went missin' Nigga you a rat, you a rat, now the Mac on yo' ass I had the sack in that class, I hit yo' trap with no mask They call me killa but my aunite say I'm [?] tho I gave a couple niggas game that they ain't pay me fo' Now baby say I smoke too much herb when she work my last nerve, if a nigga don't smoke I'ma cut a bitch's throat [Chorus: Cam the Mac] I think her daddy got some money, but she work the pole on the weekends, and her mama she a pharmacist Now that's one hell of a family [Verse: Mackned] Seven days a week, heaven for a freak Looking for the dough, hunnit for a goat I might answer when you call me or I might put down the phone I'm a real real nigga you a touchy braille nigga Step into the cake and she always on my line, but I'm acting so vague, young Mackned gotta get paid Get me some [?] [Outro: Cam the Mac] I think her daddy got some money, but she work the pole on the weekends, and her mama she a pharmacist Now that's one hell of a family Now that's one hell of a family Now that's one hell of a family