Family Feud by Dave East Guitar Chords

[Intro]
F Gm Dm
F Gm D#7

[Verse 1]
Gm                 D#
Moncler jackets I can't feel the winter
Gm                         D#
Tu Mash'Allah but know I'm still a sinner
Gm                         D#
When the family feud, it's hard to chill at dinner
Gm                                D#
We can't even eat together, she fronting like Ben and stiller
Gm                             D#
I lied I ain't putting hands on no female
Gm                               Dm
Unless I'm up inside her, I pay attention to details
Gm                                  Dm
Single black chick, taking classes working retail
Gm
Know he from the hood
                      D#
But don't know the product that he sell
Gm                            Dm
I got your bitch on the boat, yeah we sell
Gm                                     Dm
The dick got her stalking me asking me what's my email
Gm                          Dm
Guaranteed  she call again, shit it's me and Don again
Gm                                   D#
Same niggas talking shit, was right there in the offering
Gm                              D#
Paranoid, imma circle the block before I park again
Gm                                        D#
Givenchy hoodie, blocking the cameras when i be walking in
Gm                              F
J mob, tell em don't quit their day job
Gm                             D#
I was on a space pack pitching feeling like A Rod
Gm                          F
I did a video with fab and niggas took my face off
Gm                                 Dm
Bitches love me, I go through more naps than a racehorse
Gm                    D#
Headline my own tour without a hit record
Gm                              D#
Bitches lose control, when they see me they get naked
Gm                                       D#
Dj's pressing me like yo East I need like 10 records
Gm                                           D#
My daughter the only one that wink at me like 10 weapons
Gm                              D#
Constructs in the winter, I'm usually tims stepping
       D#7
Your bitch want to be on my chest and imma bench press her

[Bridge]
F                     Gm                 Dm
Couldn't get anymore higher than this man
F        Gm        Dm
Ny shit nigga, East, Don
Gm                              F           D#
You got to save me some room on this one my nigga

[Verse 2]
                    Gm
This where all the players emerge
                D#
All the tables reserved
    Gm                                          D#
20 thousand, that's too much bottles for the waitress to serve
             Gm                           D#
From public housing now a nigga found his way to the burbs
              Gm                                F#dim
Thinking the life you will never understand the way I observe
         Gm                                          D#
Out the window, i'm brainstorming thinking while the rain pouring
Gm                                               D#
Like since the fame things ain't really been the same for em
Gm
Back and forth, switching planes
            D#
Different chains on us
        Gm                                          Dm
When we back at home we gripping things for all the name calling
                   Gm
I know you niggas name calling
                        F
Be yourself before you see the wealth
 Gm                                         D#
Trust me I learn a lot of shit without the teacher help
 Gm
Somethings I had to teach myself
             D#
You prolly won't imagine
      Gm                                D#
Like how to tote a magnum, move again, load from wagons
            Gm
Shit don't give me no reaction
          D#                                   Gm
All they see is foreigns passing and Rollies flashing
                    D#
What about when we was in that lonely addict
           Gm                              D#
Shedding tears because the other side just let my homies have it
         Gm                           D#
Loading ratchets, we won't be the only one closing caskets
       Gm
Nigga everyday it's numbers
   D#
I always get the same hunger
  Gm                             D#
Learned from the OG's that I was raised under
Gm
Pure cocaine cutters
         D#
Now the rain coat king colored
Gm                        D#
Gold rings and my whole chain smothered
       Gm                D#
When I had no name I was a 4 train jumper
Gm                          D#
Butter rolls for breakfast, lo main suppers
Gm                        D#
I clown hoes off then we exchange numbers
         Gm                          D#
Got this lane covered, no wonder the game love us

[Verse 3]
F
D and Don, brothers without the same mother
        Gm                             Dm
Couple rings speak like a king, Lebron James love it
F
Press baby for cash money and debit
 Gm                                         Dm
Diss and it wn't even get to us, you ain't buzzing
Gm                D#                    Gm
Nah, nah we ain't budging (at all)