Dave East — Family Feud Remix

[Verse 1: Dave East] Moncler jackets I can't feel the winter To my shahada pray daily but know I'm still a sinner When the family feud, it's hard to chill at dinners We can't even eat together, she fronting like Ben Stiller I lied I ain't putting hands on no female Unless I'm up inside her, I pay attention to detail Single black chick, taking classes working retail Know he from the hood But don't know the product that he sell I got your bitch on the boat, yeah we sail The dick got her stalking me asking me what's my email Guarantee she call again, shit it's me and Don again Same niggas talking shit, was right there in the offering Paranoid, imma circle the block before I park again Givenchy hoodie, blocking the cameras when I be walking in J mob, tell em don't quit their day job I was on a space pack pitching feeling like A-Rod I did a video with Fab and niggas took my face off Bitches love me, I go through more laps than a racehorse Headline my own tour without a hit record Bitches lose control, when they see me they get naked DJ's pressing me like yo East I need like 10 records My daughter the only one, I went got me like 10 weapons Constructs in the winter, I'm usually Timbs stepping Your bitch wanna be on my chest and imma bench press her [Interlude] Couldn't get anymore higher than this man NY shit nigga, East, Don You got to save me some room on this one, you feel me my nigga [Verse 2: Don Q] This where all the players emerge All the tables reserved 20 thousand, that's too much bottles for the waitress to serve From public housing now a nigga found his way to the burbs Thinking the life you will never understand the way I observe Out the window, I'm brainstorming thinking while the rain pouring Like since the fame things ain't really been the same for em Back and forth, switching planes Different chains on us When we back at home we gripping things for all the name calling I know you niggas name calling Be yourself before you see the wealth Trust me I learned a lot of shit without the teacher help Somethings I had to teach myself You prolly won't imagine Like how to tote a magnum, movin, getting low from wagons Shit don't give me no reaction All they see is foreigns passing, Rollies flashing What about when we was in that lonely attic Shedding tears 'cause the other side just let my homies have it Loading ratchets, we won't be the only one who closing caskets Nigga everyday it's numbers I always kept the same hunger Learned from the OG's that I was raised under Pure cocaine cutters Now the Range cocaine colored Gold rings and my whole chain smothered When I had no name I was a 4 train jumper Butter rolls for breakfast, Lo Mein suppers I cutting hoes off ain't no need to exchange numbers Got this lane covered, no wonder the game love us [Verse 3: Dave East] D and Don, brothers without the same mother Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James love it Press Baby for cash money and Wayne debit Dissin and it ain't even get to us, you ain't buzzing Nah, nah we ain't budging (at all)