Lyrics For the Family - Fabolous, Don Q, Dave East

For the Family

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 night cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks
I had to switch the stash up cause they might watch
Everything done is a fact 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 overcrowded the face
Never worried, I’m with my jewelry in and out of the state
Road trips, I fuck with foreign them, the Impala was safe
And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate
It’s Don
Uh I was raised where it’s cold at
The presidential was plain till game froze that
Oxycodone and molly I really sold that
All black 380, the scheme matchin' my Bo Jacks
You seein' there ain’t no paper here so where the coke at
Took a trip to Texas, put 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 T for the ape rottweiler
Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like 5 dollars
In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album
The shit they be rappin' out 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?
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
The 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 B.I.G.'s homie
Yeah I put my pay 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 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 Philipe, 7: 30 Freaky Zeke
But enough about the jewels every summer we jam on 'em
And they take shots when you pullin' out the Lamb' on 'em
Oh you mad?
Know I had the Cam on 'em
Said a Diplomat plays for the fam on 'em
Yeah