For the Fam by MJangles Lyrics
[Intro]
Humble beginnings
From beginning to endin’ I had to hustle for winnings
Lil trouble with women but more trouble with sinnin’
So I pray the lord’s forgivin’ I’m grinnin’ cuz I envision my writtens getting’ listens from Russell Simmons
[Verse 1]
Aye he ain’t did it
But I be damned if that mean he ain’t with it
High hopes from the product of another shithole
From the G-H-A-N-A, Ghana for ya info
I’m a bona fide immigrant
Still a couple months away from bein’ U.S citizen
Hard knock livin’ in
Born to a family of six, sons countin’ to four
Liable to switch the area code
Went from Edukrom
Then made a new home in Akim Oda then the Bronx in versatile spots
Carpenter, Davidson, Ryer
Avenues chronicled with fire and ice
Game of thrones with it been a king in this life
A prince so driven finna sing in them mics
Pops left and that’s what I like
But luckily, for me, the momma and the brothers suffice
[Chorus]
I’ma tell you like a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
But when the cash leave all you got is family
And blood thicker than water so I call it plan B and I
Do it for the
Vine
Do it for the
Gram
Do it for the
Times
Do it for the
Fam (2x)
[Verse 2]
Bad kid
Turned good
Break laws
No Thurgood
Great Lawn
Burn woods
If I could do it all again I for sure would
See I got giants under my feet who dying to speak
Bout all the time they tire and weep just trying to reach
A young nigga who been addicted to the rebellious
Hungry for adventure and pressure of stackin’ millions, Lord
Example of young brilliance
But blind to the family diligence
Defined as the climb to a holy deliverance
Of all
Minds at war
Using unnecessary militance
They like
Be home by ten
I’m like
Okay go out hop on the train round eleven to go to another friend’s
And then
Hopefully be back by 3 am
Oops I did it again
And we arguin’ and arguin’ until it give in
Mom screamin’ out boy you baskin’ in sin
You used to be a good preacher’s son but what happened to him
Is you imagining things? Thinkin’
What if she bought jewels and not rent?
Money for our food was not spent?
Female equivalent to Clark Kent
God blessed let the choir say Amen
[Chorus]
I’ma tell you like a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
But when the cash leave all you got is family
And blood thicker than water so I call it plan B and I
Do it for the
Vine
Do it for the
Gram
Do it for the
Times
Do it for the
Fam (2x)
Eenie meenie minie mo
Catch an adolescent with the
Illest of flows
Eenie meenie minie mo
One mom’s trash is her younger son’s gold and I
Bounce back every time da mom snap
Said I wanna rap she said what you know about rap
I say it’s music momma what you know about that?
She say why you wanna waste yo time on that crap?
I’m tryna be a proud mother not a clout lover
You following around others tryna sound tougher
Promise you ain’t ever gonna rap no more
Potential remorse force knockin’ at yo door
Piece a my soul dyin’ I need God’s healing
Heart of a bold lion my spirit never kneeling
Looked in her eyes an
Told her stop the cryin’
No family dividin’
Swear I’ll stop the writin’ but
No surprising I find the fine line between mind binding and kind of lying with right timing
Followed the chat with tight rhyming for a year
And music viddies appeared etcetera
First solo show brother say we wanna go
Who’s we
Finna be me, E, and mom fasho
Mom wouldn’t
Regardless if she approve insisted on coming thru and supportin’ her son in what he care enough to do
[Chorus]
I’ma tell you like a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
But when the cash leave all you got is family
And blood thicker than water so I call it plan B and I
Do it for the
Vine
Do it for the
Gram
Do it for the
Times
Do it for the
Fam (2x)
Humble beginnings
From beginning to endin’ I had to hustle for winnings
Lil trouble with women but more trouble with sinnin’
So I pray the lord’s forgivin’ I’m grinnin’ cuz I envision my writtens getting’ listens from Russell Simmons
[Verse 1]
Aye he ain’t did it
But I be damned if that mean he ain’t with it
High hopes from the product of another shithole
From the G-H-A-N-A, Ghana for ya info
I’m a bona fide immigrant
Still a couple months away from bein’ U.S citizen
Hard knock livin’ in
Born to a family of six, sons countin’ to four
Liable to switch the area code
Went from Edukrom
Then made a new home in Akim Oda then the Bronx in versatile spots
Carpenter, Davidson, Ryer
Avenues chronicled with fire and ice
Game of thrones with it been a king in this life
A prince so driven finna sing in them mics
Pops left and that’s what I like
But luckily, for me, the momma and the brothers suffice
[Chorus]
I’ma tell you like a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
But when the cash leave all you got is family
And blood thicker than water so I call it plan B and I
Do it for the
Vine
Do it for the
Gram
Do it for the
Times
Do it for the
Fam (2x)
[Verse 2]
Bad kid
Turned good
Break laws
No Thurgood
Great Lawn
Burn woods
If I could do it all again I for sure would
See I got giants under my feet who dying to speak
Bout all the time they tire and weep just trying to reach
A young nigga who been addicted to the rebellious
Hungry for adventure and pressure of stackin’ millions, Lord
Example of young brilliance
But blind to the family diligence
Defined as the climb to a holy deliverance
Of all
Minds at war
Using unnecessary militance
They like
Be home by ten
I’m like
Okay go out hop on the train round eleven to go to another friend’s
And then
Hopefully be back by 3 am
Oops I did it again
And we arguin’ and arguin’ until it give in
Mom screamin’ out boy you baskin’ in sin
You used to be a good preacher’s son but what happened to him
Is you imagining things? Thinkin’
What if she bought jewels and not rent?
Money for our food was not spent?
Female equivalent to Clark Kent
God blessed let the choir say Amen
[Chorus]
I’ma tell you like a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
But when the cash leave all you got is family
And blood thicker than water so I call it plan B and I
Do it for the
Vine
Do it for the
Gram
Do it for the
Times
Do it for the
Fam (2x)
Eenie meenie minie mo
Catch an adolescent with the
Illest of flows
Eenie meenie minie mo
One mom’s trash is her younger son’s gold and I
Bounce back every time da mom snap
Said I wanna rap she said what you know about rap
I say it’s music momma what you know about that?
She say why you wanna waste yo time on that crap?
I’m tryna be a proud mother not a clout lover
You following around others tryna sound tougher
Promise you ain’t ever gonna rap no more
Potential remorse force knockin’ at yo door
Piece a my soul dyin’ I need God’s healing
Heart of a bold lion my spirit never kneeling
Looked in her eyes an
Told her stop the cryin’
No family dividin’
Swear I’ll stop the writin’ but
No surprising I find the fine line between mind binding and kind of lying with right timing
Followed the chat with tight rhyming for a year
And music viddies appeared etcetera
First solo show brother say we wanna go
Who’s we
Finna be me, E, and mom fasho
Mom wouldn’t
Regardless if she approve insisted on coming thru and supportin’ her son in what he care enough to do
[Chorus]
I’ma tell you like a G told me
Cash rules everything around me
But when the cash leave all you got is family
And blood thicker than water so I call it plan B and I
Do it for the
Vine
Do it for the
Gram
Do it for the
Times
Do it for the
Fam (2x)