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
f*ck them n*ggas they ain't fam, f*ck em they ain't wit the fam

[Verse 1]
Eyes closed I see a f*ck n*gga, I swear to you I can still see em
This sh*t don't smell good as I am, this sh*t 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 sh*t 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 b*tch just [?] no rap
I won't tell you sh*t that get me wrapped, gotta be here for my folk no rap
sh*t get crazy when ya friends in it, and a n*gga 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
f*ck them n*ggas they ain't fam, f*ck 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
f*ck them n*ggas they ain't fam, f*ck 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 muf*ckin' 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 sh*t on my camera
n*gga be so fugazi they let that fugazi sh*t will get em kilt (bow)
n*ggas do anything now for attention, for these hoes (anything anything) for these hoes (anything)
You gettin' aggressive wit any one of my n*ggas, then there gotta be pressure
You talkin' that fake rich sh*t, how bout I turn up for the lesser (pus*y)

[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
f*ck them n*ggas they ain't fam, f*ck 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
f*ck them n*ggas they ain't fam, f*ck em they ain't wit the fam