Dave East

Family Feud

Dave East

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Family Feud


verse 1 
G#m                 E 
Moncler jackets I can't feel the winter 
G#m                         E 
Tu Mash'Allah but know I'm still a sinner 
G#m                         E 
When the family feud, it's hard to chill at dinner 
G#m                                E 
We can't even eat together, she fronting like Ben and stiller 
G#m                             E 
I lied I ain't putting hands on no female 
G#m                               D#m 
Unless I'm up inside her, I pay attention to details 
G#m                                  D#m 
Single black chick, taking classes working retail 
Know he from the hood 
But don't know the product that he sell 
G#m                            D#m 
I got your bitch on the boat, yeah we sell 
G#m                                     D#m 
The dick got her stalking me asking me what's my email 
G#m                          D#m 
Guaranteed  she call again, shit it's me and Don again 
G#m                                   E 
Same niggas talking shit, was right there in the offering 
G#m                              E 
Paranoid, imma circle the block before I park again 
G#m                                        E 
Givenchy hoodie, blocking the cameras when i be walking in 
G#m                              F# 
J mob, tell em don't quit their day job 
G#m                             E 
I was on a space pack pitching feeling like A Rod 
G#m                          F# 
I did a video with fab and niggas took my face off 
G#m                                 D#m 
Bitches love me, I go through more naps than a racehorse 
G#m                    E 
Headline my own tour without a hit record 
G#m                              E 
Bitches lose control, when they see me they get naked 
G#m                                       E 
Dj's pressing me like yo East I need like 10 records 
G#m                                           E 
My daughter the only one that wink at me like 10 weapons 
G#m                              E 
Constructs in the winter, I'm usually tims stepping 
Your bitch want to be on my chest and imma bench press her 

F#                     G#m                 D#m 
Couldn't get anymore higher than this man 
F#        G#m        D#m 
Ny shit nigga, East, Don 
G#m                              F#           E 
You got to save me some room on this one my nigga 

verse 2 
This where all the players emerge 
All the tables reserved 
    G#m                                          E 
20 thousand, that's too much bottles for the waitress to serve 
             G#m                           E 
From public housing now a nigga found his way to the burbs 
              G#m                                Gdim 
Thinking the life you will never understand the way I observe 
         G#m                                          E 
Out the window, i'm brainstorming thinking while the rain pouring 
G#m                                               E 
Like since the fame things ain't really been the same for em 
Back and forth, switching planes 
Different chains on us 
        G#m                                          D#m 
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 
 G#m                                         E 
Trust me I learn a lot of shit without the teacher help 
Somethings I had to teach myself 
You prolly won't imagine 
      G#m                                E 
Like how to tote a magnum, move again, load from wagons 
Shit don't give me no reaction 
          E                                   G#m 
All they see is foreigns passing and Rollies flashing 
What about when we was in that lonely addict 
           G#m                              E 
Shedding tears because the other side just let my homies have it 
         G#m                           E 
Loading ratchets, we won't be the only one closing caskets 
Nigga everyday it's numbers 
I always get the same hunger 
  G#m                             E 
Learned from the OG's that I was raised under 
Pure cocaine cutters 
Now the rain coat king colored 
G#m                        E 
Gold rings and my whole chain smothered 
       G#m                E 
When I had no name I was a 4 train jumper 
G#m                          E 
Butter rolls for breakfast, lo main suppers 
G#m                        E 
I clown hoes off then we exchange numbers 
         G#m                          E 
Got this lane covered, no wonder the game love us 

verse 3 
D and Don, brothers without the same mother 
        G#m                             D#m 
Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James love it 
Press baby for cash money and debit 
 G#m                                         D#m 
Diss and it wn't even get to us, you ain't buzzing 
G#m                E                    G#m 
Nah, nah we ain't budging (at all) 

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