American Family lyrics

[Verse: Cam the Mac]
Roll weed on magazines, my choppas got magazines
My b*tches in magazines, Burberry hold up my jeans
You a G, you a G, you a G huh
I heard you say it but that sh*t 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'
n*gga 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 n*ggas game that they ain't pay me fo'
Now baby say I smoke too much herb when she work my last nerve, if a n*gga don't smoke I'ma cut a b*tch'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 n*gga you a touchy braille n*gga
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