Fabolous — For The Family

[Verse 1: Don Q] Uh, some niggas call shots, some call the Feds They say the ones close'll push you when you're on the edge Grew up on a pissy mattress, never had a water bed Screamin' fuck the board of ed, too busy chasin' corner bread Bathroom baggin' up for an hour long To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on Comin' up with baggies and a towel on Only if mama knew the type of shit I was on I really know hustlers, dope and coke jugglers You'll never get rich surrounded by broke customers You gotta learn to maneuver through the tight spots Dirty bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks I had to switch the stash up 'cause they might watch Everything done is a bet soon as the dice drop You get to strip jumpin', start off with six onions I'm fence jumpin' before the dog come sniff somethin Got a bunch of jail niggas talkin' on my Sprint fussin' Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothin' The love overpower the hate The drugs overpower the plate I baby blue powdered the Wraith Gold Rollie, a bunch of diamonds overcrowdin' the face Never worried, I'm in my jewelry in and out of the state Road trips, I fuck with foreign, the Impala was safe And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate It's Don [Verse 2: Dave East] Uh, I was raised where it's cold at The presidential was plain 'til game froze that OxyContin and Molly I really sold that All black .380, this hammer matchin' my Bo Jacks You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at Took a trip to Texas, brought Lean Back like Joe Crack Couldn't give my uncle no money 'cause he would smoke that The 'Gram got him thirsty for pictures so they could post that 20 niggas crowdin' my section like "where the hoes at?" I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowin' this feature paper Floatin' up 1st Ave knockin' Anita Baker Givenchy tee, either the ape or the rottweiler Crown Fried, whole dinner cost me like 5 dollars In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album The shit they be rappin' 'bout be make believe Outside pumpin' and it was 8 degrees Blunted off an 8th of green Before the sour came, before niggas was drinkin' lean Avirex leathers, some niggas listened to Tracey Lee I'm prolly with a chick that look like Amerie '04 crocodile Mauries I had the gators green My cousin said we the best traffickin' major keys Before Meek was reppin' Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream Christian Dior cover my eyelids Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge Nothin' to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live? [Verse 3: Fabolous] Yeah, yeah Look, I'm tryna grab a Dame and Dash get back on the Freeway Shawty went to Memphis, brought it back up to BK Hard Knock Life, Bentley back to the PJs And Feds ain't got a Clue like they lackin' a DJ Rock chains Round Here, they'll get you for real Put that MAC to your Beanie just to get to A Mil See I was Young poppin' Cris underneath the big homies Rappin' and trappin', tryna do it Biggs homie Yeah, I put my bae on Birks Shit I even bought a watch, a little plain jawn first Looked at hers, looked at mine, said this ain't gon' work So I threw diamonds up in it like a Jay concert And told her, "Hold it down and I just might bae stamp you You been around since I was choppin' up the 'Ye samples" Fuck the streets all I want is State Property And make sure I break off the niggas that hate properly And don't let them Jones'll talk about the gemstones We don't Just Blaze we blow 'em out of they Timbos They gon' whisper like Keak da Sneak That Patek Phillipe, 7:30 Freekey Zeke But enough about the Juelz, every Summer we Jam on 'em They take shots when you pullin' out the Lam' on 'em Oh you mad? Know I had to Cam'ron 'em Set of Diplomat plates for The Fam on 'em, yeah