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Fabolous

For The Family

 

For The Family

(album: Summertime Shootout 2: The Level Up - 2016)


[Don Q:]
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
Screaming fuck the board of ed, too busy chasing corner bread
Bathroom bagging up for an hour long
To play it off, man I had to turn the shower on
Coming 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 searching 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 jumping, start off with six onions
I'm fence jumping before the dog come sniff something
Got a bunch of jail niggas talking on my Sprint fussing
Besides the money and bitches you ain't miss nothing
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

[Dave East:]
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 matching my Bo Jacks
You seeing 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 crowding my section like "where the hoes at?"
I'm in Bergdorf Goodman blowing this feature paper
Floating up 1st Ave knocking Anita Baker
Givenchy T for the ape rottweiler
Crown Five, whole dinner cost me like 5 dollars
In the zone playing The Commission off of Shyne album
The shit they be rapping out be make believe
Outside pumping and it was 8 degrees
Blunted off an 8th of green
Before the sour came, before niggas was drinking 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 trafficking major keys
Before Meek was repping Dream Chasers I tried to chase a dream
Christian Dior cover my eyelids
Ask my nigga Don who got the raw up in Highbridge
Nothing to eat, embarrassed to open my fridge
Jigga on repeat as I think about it, can I live?

[Fabolous:]
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 lacking 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 popping Cris underneath the big homies
Rapping and trapping, 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 chopping 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 pulling 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

done

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