Words With Fam

You've been there for the good times
Been there for the very worst of times
Oh, for I am talkin' shit at the wafflehouse
Got so fucked up, this nigga thing threw up on the carpet at my mama house

But I cleaned it up, she didn't ever find out for
Oh, lightweight not able to handle your little face-ass, little bro
But you still, (as a friend) still my friend, though
I ain't tellin' you what I think (I know)
I ain't tellin' you what I know (I know, I know, I know, I know)
I'm blessed to have real good friends

Eat all my food in the refrigerator
Make groceries, you fill it up again
We ain't chill, friends don't take really, really real friends give
If your friends pull you down, then your friends ain't shit



Credits
Writer(s): Eddie Smith, Michael Dupree, Jesse Rankins
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