FAM

[intro]

(Yea yea yea yea yea yea)

Said hold on

(Mhm mhm mhm 
Mhm mhm mhm)

Like hold on 

(Yea yea yea yea yea yea)

(Mhm mhm mhm 
Mhm mhm mhm)

[pre chorus]

Said it outside is a war
But no body supporting 
The labels they sporting 

Said be back on my shit 
They killing at boarders 
We going legit now 

Switch up the current
Said we back 
on our shit now 
Gotta hold little jit downnn

[chorus]

That be my bro
(Yeah)

Said that be the gang 
(Twin) 

You know what it is 

Said don’t fuck wit my bros

You get hit wit the (oh no)

Said we taking it there 

Said Don’t fuck wit my bros

You know that’s the fam

Know what I’m saying

That’s the gang 
(We ain’t playing) 

Showing love to my bro 
(Yeah yeah)

Showing the to the gang 
(Mhm mhm mhm mhm) 


[verse]

Remember when I was poor
Fucked up
Down on my luck
Ran in to the gang
And they helped me come up
Catch us running it up 
Never giving a fuck 
Had to go too legit 
When the lames ain’t show it 
Now they on my dick
(Said fuck em)

Cause I’m back on my shit again 
Running a bag wit my twin and them
Talk out ya neck we be sending them
Stack me some racks
Not just spending them 
Need me some land
For My family 
We feeding them 
The way yall be roaches 
Be sending me 
Please keep that shit far away from me
(So far away from)
(With ya energy) 


(Said hold on)

[pre chorus]

[final chorus]

[outro]

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