American Family - MACKNED, Cam The Mac

Roll weed on magazines, my choppas got magazines

My bitches in magazines, Burberry hold up my jeans

You a G, you a G, you a G huh

I heard you say it but that shit 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'

Nigga 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 say I’m tho

I gave a couple niggas game that they ain’t pay me fo'

Now baby say I smoke too much herb when she work my last nerve, if a nigga

don’t smoke I’ma cut a bitch’s throat

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

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 nigga you a touchy nigga

Step into the and she always on my line, but I’m acting so vague,

young Mackned gotta get paid

Get me some

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