Lyrics:
just got to get something out of this bag
Sir, can you please turn off that Walkman, I've been telling you
The entire flight, it's against federal
enough
He said "I'll be home June 19th, we can ride off with the sun"
But as he rode toward his homestead
He saw several several horses there
Then he saw
niggas that's weak
And other rappers, undercover niggas spit every way
Won't be surprised if all their rides have federal plates
Let alone their
em, ditch em
I gotta kick rocks, can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit-?bath
It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
in Miami water got shit federal
Time for that ass
I rather go to Little Haiti
Buy some bricks and then stash it
Head back north
Cross 8 line to become
on nano-wires
Bug bot drones
Pollinate, track, control
Mesh-mind homes
Dominate that's the goal
Biomimetic buildings
For isolated living
Off a UBI Climate credit
abode I'm better off out on that road
If life's a game mines lame my guys froze I cannot move
The final credits will not load
I should be jumping over
Internet fraud information download
Current techno scams electronic theft
Hardware software available to all
No federal guidelines for counterfeit
Block be on the block with them criminals
Hit a B.I.N for a 50 piece then he turned federal
This money I stack it keep coming in intervals
Got
keysss (ki ki) uh
Dripping in heat i'm hot like the summer
Going out sad yo man in the sauna
Speaking of summer ole boy got his karma
P**** got credit
Get these Ps through the mail like its medical, keep my eye on the mission its federal
Everything in this bitch lookin skeptical, only thing on my mind
to the thousands
But the stands they was packed, for the league that was fat
With teams like the Baccarats and the Homestead Grays
The Eagles and many more, came
Federals, on high speed tryna catch-up (Tryna catch-up)
Real shit, they tryna got me locked up (Got me locked up)
Bravest, the niggas call me bravest (Call me
being all that
Even Babe Ruth wouldn't call that
I don't even sweat it tho
Baby had some tinnerz and my credit low
But the shit will hit em quicker
the credit we give
And there is no true love when we don't so much live as we hold our love captive
When you remember the violence required to sustain every
(CHORUS)
123456 bank accounts
789 10 niggas with they bangers out
Suit and tie businessman
Don't gotta twist my fangaz now
Family good
Credit
a federal reserve
We is human first
We don't need cash
You think we don't know that the federal reserve
Was set up so we would never see the credit we
You have pre paid call
You will not be charged for this call
This call is from Jatavia
An inmate at a federal prison
This call is being recorded
It's Dub
I know it's a minute
But I had to come correct
Damn I
Threw out my arm
Trying whip me a knot
Straight cash no credit
Watch me pull off
money, check the store credit
No new names unless you know they did it
Sleep in Paris, watch it happen
I don't have a break, I'm keepin' bread
I'm
The Martin Hartwell Story
Now Judy Hill the federal nurse she never lived to waken
And the life of the mother and her child were soon after taken
But
back in 'cause sleep ain't gonna pay the rent
Ohh day to day they got you working like a slave
Taking credit for the work you gave
And stealing your
loves me back
I got people in Trinity Garden and 4th Ward, that'll hit your ass up with the gat
H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S
From Federal road
shit on Fiji
Deep inside you wanna be me
Federal 3 that shit on repeat
Reach for my chain, then it's 'free me' (aye)
Feelin' like Yeezy so I need
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