G-Eazy - The Famm lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy] Haha, yeah Marty, 'member when we used to talk about this sh** man Riding on the bus and sh** [Verse 1: G-Eazy] Yeah, haha Yeah, I do it for the the fam Tryna put food on my table, going H.A.M PYT says she knows who I am Brows on fleek, she'll do it for the gram Loves doing d**, she'll do it for a gram Body of a model, with an a** Goddamn Leather jacket on, feel the limb that's lamb You be wearing fake sh**, bro, that's scam Damn, leader of the squadron Carry the team on my back Feeling the weight but believe I won't crack Plots for this paper, I'm scheming to stack YSL down when you see me in black Always move forward, ain't no need to go back Work for the day I can say I can feed my whole family Been dreaming of that Listen, my day one that's Marty G, camaraderie Loyal, my soil is always a part of me Shaped me into what I am just like pottery Hop on these songs, feel like no one can body me, nope Leave the party with two or more Used to be underground like a sewer door But I become impossible to ignore And you know who I do it for [Chorus: Marty Grimes] I do it for The Famm, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn b**h, I do it for The Famm, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn I do it for The Famm, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn b**h, I do it for The Famm, Goddamn Goddamn, Goddamn [Verse 2: Marty Grimes] Dam he's so cold with it If he want it, then he gon and get it No limit when you put all of your soul in it I've got so much riding on this Influenced the lies from all this Took a few tries for all this Repping The Famm in this b**h And I'll never switch because I'm awake And Some blood they be fake But sh** they just rotting away So the plan is a Porsche for moms, Ferrari for pops All my bros get a drop Even granny could cop f** it get her a yacht Imma stay here on the clock Making it for them Over taking these forums And they try to ignore them But my n***as with me today So get out the way because we are flooring Underrated, underestimated Love hearing Imma never make it Swear to god that I'm dedicated Super high, medicated And they can't match my cadence They can't find my fragrance They don't speak our language My clique is so stainless Going be quick and painless The take overs arrangin [Chorus: Marty Grimes] [Verse 3: Marty] And to think I shouldn't even be here She was young with the news A teenager in Berkeley, still finishing school But she bent the rules Put a pause on her life, for me She had to give up all those partying nights, for me Put up a fight, for me And my pops let me roam Learn on my own Make decisions and grow Imma make it all worth it Imma take you all surfin' Where the weather is perfect And nothing's uncertain Cause it only The Famm and the ones we could trust No need to discuss thats just who we keep around us [Chorus: Marty Grimes]