Federal Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Man, on Lil Moe grave, man
It feels so good to be back, man (Too good, on Moe)
OTF, man, members only, man
Real sh*t (That's a fact)
All my time, no cap in my rap, none, at all
(Ringt808ne)
(Lala on the beat)

[Verse]
You an opp, I’ma splat you, I'm flippin' the beef, boy, you better go talk to your chief
I was the lil’ n*gga 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 n*ggas deceased
Jam is a beast, an animal, not on a leash, and nah, I'm not squashing no beef
Killed me a n*gga 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 sh*t you be askin', them questions be making me nervous
n*ggas be snitchin’ and tellin', sh*t really is popular, n*ggas don't care, I can merch it
n*gga 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 n*gga could hang up his curtains
Brodie been stuck in this system for so many years, he got comfortable f*ckin' 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 b*tch can do what my ex used to do, I'ma buy her a million in Birkins
[Outro]
Y'all know what it is, man
OTF, man, too much gang sh*t, MTV
R.I.P. V. Roy, free Zoo Wop, free Nine, free Steve, man
b*tch-ass n*ggas, man
It's my time