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Dave East

Family Feud

by Dave East
Dave East

Biography:

Dave East is an emerging artist from Harlem, NY. His music is regularly featured on Hot 97, Power 105, Shade 45, and Sirius' Hip Hop Nation. With a loyal fan-base ranging from record executives to professional athletes and artists alike, Dave East is quickly becoming a staple within NY's new-school of hip hop.

This newcomer displays versatile flow and distinct voice as he raps over vintage sounding production.

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Dave East

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[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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