[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
Fam was written by Shawty Fresh & Trouble.
Fam was produced by Shawty Fresh.