For the Fam

Look at my

Right hand
Right hand
Love the homeys

Look at my squad
They calling me god
God
All on they knees
Pay me homage
Look at my team
They all bout cream
Cream
Hope for the best
May it bring better bling
Look at my squad
They calling me Biggs
Pigs killing niggas
I kill to live
Look at my team
Walk in they sleep they want to live out they dreams I just want um to eat
Yea look at my squad
They calling me Lucci
Keep it a thousand a grand for the houpty
Look at my team
Team
Look at my wife
Five hundred dollar weave same color as dirty sprite
Look at my squad
They calling me Malcolm
They all wanna be Bishop but we all know the outcome
Look at my team
All of um kings
Hope is for suckas
Get it by any means

Right hand
Right hand
Love the homeys them niggas my right hand
Right hand
Right hand
Love the homeys them niggas my right hand got damn

All gold chains new jays and white tees
Run up on me homey that shit is unlikely
Ladies love Jay
She be like please that's my girl on the side you call her your wifey
Talk that shit watch a young nigga preach til they spark that shit watch a young nigga Reach
Is that all there is
Is that all you see
They all want to prosper let me bring you a piece
She want a NBA player get payed like the lotto
A penthouse suite way up on the top floor
Live at first sight please tell me it's not so
You speaking in braille I'm just running through potholes
Niggas used to play me they got jokes
Same ones that used to play they not close
God take the wheel I still drive with my eyes closed
The homeys never far behind they just drive slow
Drive slow

Right hand
Right hand
Love the homeys them niggas my right hand
Right hand
Right hand
Love the homeys them niggas my right hand got damn



Credits
Writer(s): Jamaal Reynolds
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