Dave East - Family Feud (Lyrics + Chords)

Dave East – Family Feud

Chords and Lyrics Dave East – Family Feud

Artist : Dave East
Song : Family Feud

Intro : F# G#m D#m
        F# G#m E7

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
G#m
Know he from the hood
                      E
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
       E7
Your bitch want to be on my chest and imma bench press her

Bridge : 
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 : 
                    G#m
This where all the players emerge
                E
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
G#m
Back and forth, switching planes
            E
Different chains on us
        G#m                                          D#m
When we back at home we gripping things for all the name calling
                   G#m
I know you niggas name calling
                        F#
Be yourself before you see the wealth
 G#m                                         E
Trust me I learn a lot of shit without the teacher help
 G#m
Somethings I had to teach myself
             E
You prolly won't imagine
      G#m                                E
Like how to tote a magnum, move again, load from wagons
            G#m
Shit don't give me no reaction
          E                                   G#m
All they see is foreigns passing and Rollies flashing
                    E
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
       G#m
Nigga everyday it's numbers
   E
I always get the same hunger
  G#m                             E
Learned from the OG's that I was raised under
G#m
Pure cocaine cutters
         E
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 : 
F#
D and Don, brothers without the same mother
        G#m                             D#m
Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James love it
F#
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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