Lyrics:
clunker so I can run over pedestrians
Pretty sure that's a serious federal offense
License
License
License
I just got outta DMV and they said I passed
Friday night (Friday night)
Driving hot as fuck (hot as fuck)
Ain't go no license (ain't got no license)
I got all this stuff (got all this stuff)
give a f@&k like they never even heard
About the TPP or the Federal Reserve
Uncle Sam pulled the wool but I see what you giving me
I know the difference
real niggas, if I ever get a license to carry
Shit, that's a license to kill niggas
I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues
snitches, snitches
Niggaz that run they muthafuckin' mouth like bitches
That's snitches, snitches
Federal niggaz in the muthafuckin' ghetto
Federal niggaz
Just had to see if I was breathing
Everyday I get the cold shoulder
Close them emotions open explosive, hold it
Speakin wit Casper the ghost
You
to keep shit clean like Florence
Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance
And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry
Federal
400
I take my life way too serious, so don't play with me
Can't have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me
It got thirty
stealing tarts?
Knave: Yeah. So what? Do you want to make a federal case out of it??
St. George: No, Sir. We heard there was a dragon operating in this
stealing tarts?
Knave: Yeah. So what? Do you want to make a federal case out of it??
St. George: No, Sir. We heard there was a dragon operating in this
Many suspects, many possible motives
Just kept coming with unstoppable explosives
The weak fold in these most extreme conditions
While the rivals
Stick yo' pistol out the window have a few drinks wit' me
Nigga get fired up
Out of state dummy license plate faulty ass tags
Trunk full of out door
sting cause that shit'll be federal (Federal)
I'm tryna touch cashmoney
Crash dummies couldn't get a rack from me I ad-lib and ad money (Oh yeah)
I'm
Flamboyant 1989
Down and Dirty, Federal, B-Legit the Savage, D-Shot the Shot Caller
My little sista Suga T Sprinkle Me on the money motivated mission
Tryin'
capital burnin' down
This is explosive
Fuck is they talking 'bout? We got the power now
This world is ours now
We got ambition and focus
Banana clips
the West; totalitarianistic cause-'n-effect
"Run the words through a decompressor, recompress the depth"
Canibus is the most explosive next to meth
want
And I got it lock like it's, like it's Medeco
Gettin' big bank, like it's motherfucking federal
Pull my own weight, call me Mr. Incredible
In
some F’d up shit,like the Federal Reserve
lets print more , put the debt payment in reserve
After we let them peddle paper without a gold standard
What
through as we demonstrate
'Cause you know they always do their best to escalate
Thrown things, used explosives
This is an unlawful assembly
Uh and uh
Like I can't lose
Cause i've been feeling like Joseph
So now my words on explosive
I left the world
Your right side is my motive
They smile and sigh
unsavory types, most likely no good
In the eyes of society's visor
Even though their enterprises are the crisis
They license been revoked
By the average
struck the federal building
Took out near half the block
They thought it was an earthquake
Made trees and light poles bend
And folks thought they
the motive
Purchase plastic explosives
Hook it to yo' ignition
(?)Bury(?) on recognition
Are found in the foetal position
Killin' my competition
Stimulates my
Through a beat like knifes
So explosive all the blogs know I’m ready to blow
Culinary mindset
The way I’m bred for the dough
A Nigga up now
No plans
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