Don Q - Family Feud lyrics

[Verse 1] Moncler jackets I can't feel the winter Tu Mash'Allah [?] but know I'm still a sinner When the family feud, it's hard to chill at dinner We can't even eat together, she fronting like Ben and stiller I lied I ain't putting hands on no female Unless I'm up inside her, I pay attention to details Single black chick, taking cla**es working retail Know he from the hood But don't know the product that he sell I got your b**h on the boat, yeah we sell The dick got her stalking me asking me what's my email Guaranteed she call again, sh** it's me and Don again Same n***as talking sh**, 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 n***as took my face off b**hes love me, I go through more naps than a racehorse Headline my own tour without a hit record b**hes 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 that wink at me like 10 weapons Constructs in the winter, I'm usually tims stepping Your b**h want to be on my chest and imma bench press her Couldn't get anymore higher than this man Ny sh** n***a, East, Don You got to save me some room on this one my n***a [Verse 2] 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 n***a 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 n***as name calling Be yourself before you see the wealth Trust me I learn a lot of sh** without the teacher help Somethings I had to teach myself You prolly won't imagine Like how to tote a magnum, move again, load from wagons sh** don't give me no reaction All they see is foreigns pa**ing and Rollies flashing What about when we was in that lonely addict Shedding tears because the other side just let my homies have it Loading ratchets, we won't be the only one closing caskets n***a everyday it's numbers I always get the same hunger Learned from the OG's that I was raised under Pure c**aine cutters Now the rain coat king colored Gold rings and my whole chain smothered When I had no name I was a 4 train jumper bu*ter rolls for breakfast, lo main suppers I clown hoes off then we exchange numbers Got this lane covered, no wonder the game love us [Verse 3] D and Don, brothers without the same mother Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James love it Press baby for cash money and [?] debit Diss and it wn't even get to us, you ain't buzzing Nah, nah we ain't budging (at all)