For the Family

[Verse 1: Don Q]

Uh, 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 bike cops keep searchin' a nigga Nike socks

I had to switch the stash up 'cause they might watch

Everything done is a bet 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 overcrowdin' the face

Never worried, I'm in my jewelry in and out of the state

Road trips, I fuck with foreign, the Impala was safe

And if you seen it how I seen it then you gotta relate

It's Don

[Verse 2: Dave East]

Uh, I was raised where it's cold at

The presidential was plain 'til game froze that

OxyContin and Molly I really sold that

All black .380, this hammer matchin' my Bo Jacks

You seein' there ain't no paper here so where the coke at

Took a trip to Texas, brought 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 tee, either the ape or the rottweiler

Crown Fried, whole dinner cost me like 5 dollars

In the zone playin' The Commission off of Shyne album

The shit they be rappin' 'bout 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?

[Verse 3: Fabolous]

Yeah, yeah

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

And 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 Biggs homie

Yeah, I put my bae 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 stamp 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 Phillipe, 7:30 Freekey Zeke

But enough about the Juelz, every Summer we Jam on 'em

They take shots when you pullin' out the Lam' on 'em

Oh you mad? Know I had to Cam'ron 'em

Set of Diplomat plates for The Fam on 'em, yeah