Family Feud (remix) Lyrics - Don Q

[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 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 sell 

The dick got her stalking me asking me what's my email 

Guaranteed 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 naps 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 that wink at me like 10 weapons 

Constructs in the winter, I'm usually tims stepping 

Your bitch want to be on my chest and imma bench press her 

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Couldn't get anymore higher than this man 

Ny shit nigga, East, Don 

You got to save me some room on this one my nigga 

[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 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 learn 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, move again, load from wagons 

Shit don't give me no reaction 

All they see is foreigns passing 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 

Nigga everyday it's numbers 

I always get the same hunger 

Learned from the OG's that I was raised under 

Pure cocaine 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 

Butter rolls for breakfast, lo main suppers 

I clown hoes off then we exchange numbers 

Got this lane covered, no wonder the game love us 

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[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)