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Pooh Shiesty

Federal Contraband (Freestyle)

 

Federal Contraband (Freestyle)


From the federal prison, you will not be charged for this call
This call is from the Big Blrrrd (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, CEO checking in, what the fuck's choppin'?
Know it's been a minute since y'all heard from the one and only
But don't never doubt me or compare to a phony, man
Don't never question or worry about shit happening to me
Worry 'bout what I'ma do for a mothafucka

First time switching up the vent, I get versatile and all
I been fucked up, in my feelings, don't wanna talk, just playing it off
Pay attention, shit hit different when you stuck behind that wall
But I don't regret it, sharpen my tool 'cause shit ain't go as I thought
Damn, they trying throw dirt on my legacy
Built like a mountain, they wanna see me fall
Twenty hoes naked, first dial, he called
Switch the location, I ain't going in raw
Play with my moves, no out of bounds
Speak to my bitch, thought she was lying every time she say she hold me down
Hard times, you gon' find out who really love you or your clout
In a fucked up situation you won't recognize my mouth
Held my pain in long enough, this what I sound like, breaking down
I got locked, niggas stopped doing shit, they wouldn't if I was 'round
Like they happy I went federal, see what that hate about
I'ma make sure your fingers get cut off since you count me out
My granddaddy passed away the other day, I just found out
Shit crazy, rest in peace, you'll forever live through me, blrrrd, ayy
I'm going through too much smoke at once, praying to God can help me clear it
Standing ten for Tee Da P, I know you watching, can you hear me?
On the jail call with Ma Dukes, she say your name, my eyes get teary
Just keep calling me my angels, that shit scary but I don't fear it
Step alone, my fallen soldiers all I need for my security
Don't hold grudges, I still love you
Just don't want you nowhere near me
In my cell, I'm tryna digest who really love and who fear me
Washing my clothes in the sink, no more two thousand dollar Amiri jeans
Ask my cellie, AP, we up early, daily, pulling schemes
My skin glowing since I been sober, can't go back to sipping lean
My mindset got different, I'm in prison before I'm sentenced
They don't even know the life I'm living
They tryna paint the pic' of a menace
I need a second chance to get out
My opposer way too different
That's enough of all this sad shit
Let's go back to popping, pimping
I can't never turn my back on none of my bitches from Memphis
Call me country ho a [?], got my Brooklyn ho a Bentley
I was told, "Get up and get it," ran up racks in the pandemic
Tryna get rich or die sliming, I touched millions off of rhyming
Eight figure lil' spinning nigga, pull triggers and get excited
Niggas I thought was so loyal turned 6ix9ine in my indictment
I got morals 'fore I bite some cheese I'll lay down and keep quiet
All my bitches send me nudes, they pass out mail, I get to smiling
Got to laugh to keep from crying, way too much shit on my shoulders
I thought I was moving smart, this shit now make it more colder
Book me now get an arena, South Memphis baby went global
Want 175 a show so ain't no more janky promoter
I pack my favorite cologne, this six thousand dollar odor
Need a drug, you don't spend [?], I can't buy the shit you selling
Fuck a co-d, I move solo, mission time, Shiesty get selfish
Only two kings out of Memphis, I know of that's me and Elvis
Glock [?] stay in my jumpsuit, poker keep scratching my pelvis
We shooting dice for noodles, I went through your whole commissary, yeah, ayy
See, used to two slide on [?], blind as shit but now I see
I brought hip-hop back, the industry watered down without me
Dumb love for my nigga Smurk but I'm the real voice of the street
Don't condone in dying hair, wearing purses and skinny jeans
Ayy, I'ma be back in a minute, won't be too long 'til I'm free, yeah
Ayy, won't be too long 'til I'm free, won't be too long 'til I'm free
Watch out bro
I tried to drop some shit with Dolph and got a call a nigga murked
Let Gucci squash shit with me and Kodak 'cause it wasn't even worth it
Hate that shit happened with Von, left me with two open verses
Shiesty gon' be back in a minute, right now, go check in with 30, blrrrd

I still remain untouched and un-fucked-with-able
Still talking my shit like I'm AP3, still popping king shit
Still having my way like a king, eat like a king, and thinking like one
Ain't shit changed but how my clothes get washed
And all these doors that's locked, you hear me?
I heard niggas been getting bold
I heard niggas got bald now, niggas ain't hiding no more
They think it's over with' for me, it's o okay, that's cool, though
It's just a brief mission, after these few years I'm back solid
I'm goin ghost, you gon' feel me, if you need to hear me
So keep that same energy, I still see everything
Cooperatin'-ass niggas, man
My shit public record, come look me up
No 5K1, no rule thirty-five
Rats don't run in my blood, we bullets
We don't keep shit solid, either, we keep it concrete
Five o'clock channel [?], you don't give me a break
Take Shiesty out my name if you heard me on PC
I don't know what the fuck that is or look like, nigga, I shook the feds, blrrrd
There's a lotta mothafuckers happy I'm put up right now
But that's what you call pussy, I been knew all that love was fake
That's why I wasn't made up at all, I still got one foot on you niggas' necks
Y'all just could breathe a lil' bit now 'cause I'm away
But it gon' takes more than tomatoes to catch up with me, you hear me?
I ran up ten million in two years off telling my life story
And I got more power than money
But it's something you can't buy, when the youngings in charge
I done been through more shit than a ninety-nine year old, though
I'm with [?] before you know it
I'm just taking this shit one day at a time, all I do is smoke, eat and terrorize
I take over shit everywhere I go
Nigga, I'm locked up, but my mind still free
Can't lock that up, I'm in a worse situation but I'm at my best right now
It don't get no bigger than this
From the biggest Blrrrd

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