"Federal Freestyle" lyrics
OTF Jam Lyrics
Man, on Lil Moe grave, man
It feels so good to be back, man (Too good, on Moe)
OTF, man, members only, man
Real shit (That's a fact)
All my time, no cap in my rap, none, at all
(Ringt808ne)
(Lala on the beat)
You an opp, I'ma splat you, I'm flippin' the beef, boy, you better go talk to your chief
I was the lil' nigga killin' 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
Jam is a beast, an animal, not on a leash, and nah, I'm not squashing no beef
Killed me a nigga and had to lay low on the Lam, I started getting hot over east
Back in the streets, the prophet say I'm an apostle, I guess I'ma have to go preach
Just left the prison with bro 'nem, I'm sick to my stomach, they gave them a hundred a piece
It's out of your reach, promise you won't get no service, it's only a few that I'm servin'
Good under pressure, but careful that shit you be askin', them questions be making me nervous
Niggas be snitchin' and tellin', shit really is popular, niggas don't care, I can merch it
Nigga ain't writin' it to me, his homie a stain, I'ma go with a different detergent
The federal system is wicked, get life for a purchase, a nigga could hang up his curtains
Brodie been stuck in this system for so many years, he got comfortable fuckin' his Jergens
Don't need a permit, hundred shot clip on the Glock, on my mama, I know how to work it
Find me a bitch can 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. V. Roy, free Zoo Wop, free Nine, free Steve, man
Bitch-ass niggas, man
It's my time
It feels so good to be back, man (Too good, on Moe)
OTF, man, members only, man
Real shit (That's a fact)
All my time, no cap in my rap, none, at all
(Ringt808ne)
(Lala on the beat)
You an opp, I'ma splat you, I'm flippin' the beef, boy, you better go talk to your chief
I was the lil' nigga killin' 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
Jam is a beast, an animal, not on a leash, and nah, I'm not squashing no beef
Killed me a nigga and had to lay low on the Lam, I started getting hot over east
Back in the streets, the prophet say I'm an apostle, I guess I'ma have to go preach
Just left the prison with bro 'nem, I'm sick to my stomach, they gave them a hundred a piece
It's out of your reach, promise you won't get no service, it's only a few that I'm servin'
Good under pressure, but careful that shit you be askin', them questions be making me nervous
Niggas be snitchin' and tellin', shit really is popular, niggas don't care, I can merch it
Nigga ain't writin' it to me, his homie a stain, I'ma go with a different detergent
The federal system is wicked, get life for a purchase, a nigga could hang up his curtains
Brodie been stuck in this system for so many years, he got comfortable fuckin' his Jergens
Don't need a permit, hundred shot clip on the Glock, on my mama, I know how to work it
Find me a bitch can 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. V. Roy, free Zoo Wop, free Nine, free Steve, man
Bitch-ass niggas, man
It's my time
