Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Federal Contraband (Freestyle), artist - Pooh Shiesty. Date of issue: 24.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 checkin' 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 switchin' up the vent, I get versatile and all |
| I been fucked up, in my feelings, don’t wanna talk, just playin' it off |
| Pay attention, shit hit different when you stuck behind that wall |
| But I don’t regret it, shoutout to my two hustlers, shit ain’t go as I thought |
| Damn, they tryin' 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 goin' in raw |
| Play with my moves, no out of bounds |
| Speak to my bitch, thought she was lyin' 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, breakin' down |
| I got locked, niggas stopped doin' 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 goin' through too much smoke at once, prayin' to God can help me clear it |
| Standin' ten for Tee Da P, I know you watchin', can you hear me? |
| On the jail call with Ma Dukes, she say your name, my eyes get teary |
| Just keep callin' 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 |
| Washin' my clothes in the sink, no more two thousand dollar Amiri jeans |
| Ask my cellie, AP, we up early, daily, pullin' schemes |
| My skin glowin' since I been sober, can’t go back to sippin' Lean |
| My mindset got different, I’m in prison before I’m sentenced |
| They don’t even know the life I’m livin' |
| 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 poppin', pimpin' |
| I can’t never turn my back on none of my bitches from Memphis |
| Call me country hoe 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 slimin', I touched millions off of rhyming |
| Eight figure lil' spinnin' nigga, pull triggers and get excited |
| Niggas I thought was so loyal turned 69 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 smilin' |
| Got to laugh to keep from cryin', way too much shit on my shoulders |
| I thought I was movin' 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 sellin' |
| 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 scratchin' my pelvis |
| We shootin' 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 dyin' hair, wearin' 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 Gotti, called 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 talkin' my shit like I’m AP3, still poppin' king shit |
| Still havin' my way like a king, eat like a king, and thinkin' 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 gettin' bold |
| I heard niggas got bald now, niggas ain’t hidin' no more |
| They think it’s over wit' 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 tellin' 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 takin' 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 |