Fam

Lyrics

[Intro] Walked in first face I seen was Shawty Fresh on the track Walk in wit my fam whateva Worried bout [?] just get the cake but ain't nothin' more important than the fam Yean even playin' like that [Chorus] You may be hearin' what I'm sayin', but there's much different understanding I got to war bout my fam, I'm going to war bout my fam Come through your side like I'm Cam, they can't know it ain't no jam Fuck them niggas they ain't fam, fuck em they ain't wit the fam [Verse 1] Eyes closed I see a fuck nigga, I swear to you I can still see em This shit don't smell good as I am, this shit don't smell good as I am How you the only one eatin' in yo camp, runnin' round like you some kind of champ Type of shit get you hawked off the map, I'ma straight fool wit no sign wit no care I'm explorin' no Dora no map, on a bitch just [?] no rap I won't tell you shit that get me wrapped, gotta be here for my folk no rap Shit get crazy when ya friends in it, and a nigga facin' time in the penitentiary Young'n still in tryna shake his sentence, nobody no hoe snitchin' [Chorus] You may be hearin' what I'm sayin', but there's much different understanding I got to war bout my fam, I'm going to war bout my fam Come through your side like I'm Cam, they can't know it ain't no jam Fuck them niggas they ain't fam, fuck em they ain't wit the fam You may be hearin' what I'm sayin', but there's much different understanding I got to war bout my fam, I'm going to war bout my fam Come through your side like I'm Cam, they can't know it ain't no jam Fuck them niggas they ain't fam, fuck em they ain't wit the fam [Verse 2] The same way you treat me you gotta treat fam, yeah you gotta treat fam Where's your respect where your mufuckin' man, where is your man She ride on my bike grip her waist like a handles, her waist is the handle (ooh) Now she drunk and like fam, I favorite that shit on my camera Nigga be so fugazi they let that fugazi shit will get em kilt (bow) Niggas do anything now for attention, for these hoes (anything anything) for these hoes (anything) You gettin' aggressive wit any one of my niggas, then there gotta be pressure You talkin' that fake rich shit, how bout I turn up for the lesser (pussy) [Chorus] You may be hearin' what I'm sayin', but there's much different understanding I got to war bout my fam, I'm going to war bout my fam Come through your side like I'm Cam, they can't know it ain't no jam Fuck them niggas they ain't fam, fuck em they ain't wit the fam You may be hearin' what I'm sayin', but there's much different understanding I got to war bout my fam, I'm going to war bout my fam Come through your side like I'm Cam, they can't know it ain't no jam Fuck them niggas they ain't fam, fuck em they ain't wit the fam