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lirik lagu federal contraband 2 – pooh shiesty

[intro]
yeah, man, you know i do too motherf*ckin’ much, i’m mr. go too far
they might try to come and supersede me after all this sh*t i’m talkin’, you know i’m federal property now
and this that “federal contraband” music, man, part three on the way asap
free the whole choppa gang, free cmo
certified members only, choppa man, murder came opportunity, just however you wanna put it
i recorded this jawn right here on big scarr birthday
tee p and paul nasty birthday a week after, i’ma try to drop it same day
long live them members, man, we don’t say rest in peace
they live through me, lump, rico, 23, trey day, nuski
i done lost real day ones playin’ in these yellow lines, you hear me?
i’m the biggest, ain’t no ceo or og over me, n*gga, i’m ceo status
king shiesty, slimy lil’ dude (once again, i’m locked in with tp, we finna make a hit)

[verse 1]
losin’ relations with my family, it’s been six months since i called
it’s part of what i signed up for, i’m mentally built for it all
physically, i’m standin’ tall, was taught don’t let ’em see you sweat
sh*t goin’ all bad, but i’m patient, know somethin’ good gotta come next
old celly just got k!lled, his k!ller gone to adx
went from audemar to g*shock, these the jailhouse rolex
be cautious who you buy a phone from, they might work with sis
had me stuck in the shu, four months straight with one hour of rec
my transfer still ’round, grant parish ain’t designated me yet
givin’ gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin’ heat
i experienced what i be rappin’, sh*t ain’t on me, it’s in me
this one for real ones doin’ bids, right now, i’m speakin’ fedenese (blrrd)
this is not for a check*in, snitch or p*ssy that’s on pc (no)
he be told before he hot, soon he get to a new yard, he send his own zip*up top
your paperwork clean, you work in the yard
a rat n*gga cannot (no), if he a ch0m*, he cannot (no)
don’t get into politics, move like a king, i’m too laid back
some n*ggas’ paperwork be good, but they still be jailhouse rats
they do sh*t like send the police in your cell to find a pack
after they cooperate, lieutenant give you all your flat
still havin’ federal nightmares, different how reality, no yapper on me
i don’t need no n*gga to vouch for me
already locked up, the fbi still after me, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
[interlude]
see, i was payin’ homage to hov, i could never diss jay*z
y’all know me better than that, i got real street beefs to ‘tend to
you know, baby graveyard behind my name and sh*t
i mention his name ’cause i don’t see none of these other p*ssy*ass rappers
jigga my motivation, that’s the only n*gga i see

[verse 2]
i got a million from young cass to do a verse first day i’m free
i’m king shiesty, but in the field, i get treated like i’m jay*z (blrrd)
you ain’t choppin’, you ain’t poppin’, you want some motion, join cg (grrt)
i put a silencer on my glee, my gun don’t get seen as low*key (blrrd)
i was finessin’, tryna work the police, that soft press sh*t don’t work on me
if i was sittin’ in the nosebleeds, n*ggas still couldn’t play underneath (go back)
my ma dukes showed me how to trap it, but my pops who fronted me
i see the broke*ass n*ggas ridin’ in ‘cats, nowadays, it’s ’cause of me
they need a hero to free me, ferrari maker suv
no more trackhawks, f*ck a jeep
bulletproof maserati kit, make her squirt on cullinan sheets
your b*tch in love with cg
i caught her cleanin’ my draco, she a pain freak
shave when i go deep, one in the neck, ho, i’m with that, i can’t tell her no
real freak, see, i’m the thing for scorpios
lamb’ truck a oreo, park the car, open the door
get some pics from areolas (blrrd)
run with wolves, then run with wolves, get sixty ‘bows from in the store (blrrd, blrrd, blrrd)
f*ck with rappers from my city, but i’m the leader and they know it
way more famous and they know it
i’m way more dangerous and they know it
i k!lled some gangsters and they—, alright, let’s switch it up
a whole court up in the street ‘fore they put me back in for blow
i’m your favorite rapper, favorite chapter, they wanna be us
i shared examples, if the next one don’t pay homage, he gettin’ touched
if **** be late on payin’ they dues this month, i’m gettin’ ’em touched
if gangsters can’t get into heaven, tell meech i said, “what’s up?”
they shot my first love in the sky, left her layin’ in cold blood
can’t get no concrete evidence, hit everybody i think it was
sh*t get k!lled like scary movie when i’m the one holdin’ the grudge
**** got flipped, tried to spray it, tried to headshot with the judge, ah (ah)
dead dummy, what the f*ck he thought this was?
[interlude]
ayy, look, keep that right there like that
keep, like, then try to clean it up and sh*t, i’m finna come right back

[verse 3]
if he shot at you with a shiesty mask on, i’m probably who sent him (blrrd)
louis forces and chrome heart denim, goyard backpack, bandaids in ’em
f*ck with poison, solid n*gga, he just got trapped off in the system
caught a body, stabbed a n*gga, three life sentences, still say “free ’em”
camera pose how i get busy
no more dubs, the taps on ’em
my dm turned to corrlinks, folded my clothes to make a pillow
c.o. tried to blemish my image, always harassin’ a n*gga
what don’t k!ll you make you bigger, i feel safer around here (let’s go)
shiesty, i’m somethin’ like a wizard, i turn boosters into k!llers
i turn all my opps to pictures, turn my cartiers to richards
turn bad b*tches into members, all my vs1s to m’s
a h*llcat to german engine, i’m trained, do you hear the difference? (blrrd)
have you ever robbed a dealer? you ain’t never k!lled no k!ller
f&n keep me f*ck n*gga free, i call this b*tch “glorilla”
nine million cash in the vault, give it to london if they seal me
could be throwin’ a mannequin challenge, bet this jewelry still gon’ glisten
f*cked around, scratched up the ‘rari, rubbed my cuban links on it
five*time platinum off one hit, but i be still tryna take hits
i’m with some sh*t from oklahoma, serena williams d*ck
off this nine, yeah, whole clip in, but this four*four i gotta get (blrrd, blrrd)
head huntin’, i could press red b*ttons, i’m memphis president
brabus benz, i climb in through the back like it’s the ambulance
i’m rich as i ever been, i’m lit as i ever been
good p*ssy my medicine
i get paid in full before the contract, ain’t no more backends, yeah, yeah
yeah, three golden rulers, shout out to mini, five cubans, five pendants
my feet bleedin’, i’m standin’ on business
had to clean up rico brains when he had died up on that mission
used to look at tini like a sister ’til she said i did it
must’ve forgot i was sittin’ in that waitin’ room all night with her mama
we don’t talk reckless up on the jail phone, we use the corner
they locked me up for five winters, gotta shine to beat the summer
on bad terms with scarr before he died, couldn’t even say i love him
i found out through the c.o., he let me out, said, “call your mama”
baby shiesty think i be b*tchin’, i holler at him ’cause i love him
if i sit back and watch drugs k!ll you, i fail as a brother
sobered up, i don’t think they ready for the new me, they in trouble
prada, k carbon, she makin’ cg look good while i struggle
in a warehouse full of lollipops, i’m allergic to suckers
glizzy got a speech impediment, he don’t do nothin’ but stutter
only sport i ain’t good at is bowlin’, i stay in the gutter
[outro]
not a pimp, but i’m somethin’ like one, quick to send a renegade
all this sh*t i talk, i can’t go like lil migo, ain’t no way
but i might go out like 23, or like nuski and trey day
my n*gga ain’t wanna get in the car with me, i was ridin’ ’round with a grenade
i ain’t no blood, i ain’t no crip, i ain’t no muslim, k!ll them rumors
try that sh*t on one of these other cappin’ rappers, i’m a shooter
i don’t join gangs, i make ’em, go read about me on google
i say, i say, it’s known i’m young, rich, and deadly
i say swing and they say step
keep kd on thirty*seven, feel like i’m censored off a belly
somebody tell bill get ready, i heard hennessy a nasty
thinkin’ out loud, i can’t help it
what happened to all they weapons?
i caught **** when he was naked
when i caught ****, he was naked
hahaha, ayy
i ain’t ev—
(this call is from a federal prison)

- pooh shiesty

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