Federal Freestyle Songtext
von OTF Jam
Federal Freestyle Songtext
Man, I′m Nomo Gray, man
It feels so good to be back, man
Too good
OTF, man
Members only, man
Real shit
It's my time
None of y′all cappin' my rock
None at all
You a opp, I'ma splash you, I′m flippin′ the beef
Boy, you better go talk to your chief
I was a lil' nigga with the big homies
Yeah, I went by a different belief
I was the one who they called during rush hour
′Cause I came through and cleared up the streets
I be the one who they get for the real problems
I'm the reason some niggas deceased
Jammie′s a beast, an animal, not on a leash
And nah, I'm not squashin′ no beef
Killed me a nigga and had to lay low in the Lamb'
I started gettin' hot over east
Back in the streets
The prophet say I′m an apostle, I guess I might have to go preach
Just left the prison with bone, no more shit to my stomach
They gave ′em a hundred a piece
It's out of your reach
Promise you won′t get no service
It's only your food that I′m servin'
Good on the price, but careful that shit
You be askin′ them questions, be makin' me nervous
Niggas be snitchin' and tellin′ shit
Really it′s popular, niggas don't care, I can merch it
Nigga write in and tell me his homie a stain
I′ma go with a different detergent
The federal system is wicked
Get life for a purchase, a nigga can hang up his curtains
Brodie been stuck in the system for so many years
He got comfortable fuckin' his jerkins
Don′t need a permit
Hundred shot clip on the Glock on my mama, I know how to work it
Find me a bitch and do what my ex used to do
I'ma buy her a million in Birkins
Y′all know what it is, man
OTF, man
Too much gang shit, MTV
R.I.P. P-Roy, free Zuwa
Free 9, free Steve, man
Big Taylor, nigga, man
It's my time
Get it
It feels so good to be back, man
Too good
OTF, man
Members only, man
Real shit
It's my time
None of y′all cappin' my rock
None at all
You a opp, I'ma splash you, I′m flippin′ the beef
Boy, you better go talk to your chief
I was a lil' nigga with the big homies
Yeah, I went by a different belief
I was the one who they called during rush hour
′Cause I came through and cleared up the streets
I be the one who they get for the real problems
I'm the reason some niggas deceased
Jammie′s a beast, an animal, not on a leash
And nah, I'm not squashin′ no beef
Killed me a nigga and had to lay low in the Lamb'
I started gettin' hot over east
Back in the streets
The prophet say I′m an apostle, I guess I might have to go preach
Just left the prison with bone, no more shit to my stomach
They gave ′em a hundred a piece
It's out of your reach
Promise you won′t get no service
It's only your food that I′m servin'
Good on the price, but careful that shit
You be askin′ them questions, be makin' me nervous
Niggas be snitchin' and tellin′ shit
Really it′s popular, niggas don't care, I can merch it
Nigga write in and tell me his homie a stain
I′ma go with a different detergent
The federal system is wicked
Get life for a purchase, a nigga can hang up his curtains
Brodie been stuck in the system for so many years
He got comfortable fuckin' his jerkins
Don′t need a permit
Hundred shot clip on the Glock on my mama, I know how to work it
Find me a bitch and do what my ex used to do
I'ma buy her a million in Birkins
Y′all know what it is, man
OTF, man
Too much gang shit, MTV
R.I.P. P-Roy, free Zuwa
Free 9, free Steve, man
Big Taylor, nigga, man
It's my time
Get it
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Daniela Voznesensky Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

