Back From The Fedz (Radio Edit) Lyrics

Gang, gang

Legend, Let's do It

Huhhhhhh

I was in the cell when I wrote this one ya hear me

Un Un Un Un Un Un Un Un Un

Aye, look aye

Free my ni*** Moeski out the feds

They gave him 30 years

Every time I think about Law case I tend

To Shed a Tear

Moe was out there handlin' business

Dishin' out hella fear

Where I'm from, we stay clutchin' that b****

Just like we shiftin' gears

Tonight, I might just pop a pill

For my ni*** Akil and Stafa

They OD'd off the perks

Every day, I pray for they mama

I was goin' through the same sh**

When I first lost my daughter

I turned up that fifth a lot just thinkin

It'll solve my problems

But it only made it worser

Quench my thirst, it made me thirsty

As-salamu alaykum, salam

Friday night, we had service

Honestly, goin' back to the feds

Made me a better person

When they killed lil bro Malik

That night, was really out there lurkin

We ain't blowin' these guns on accident

We do this sh**on purpose

You n****s is clowned out

You b*****s belong at a circus

Where I'm from, we don't make it out

That's if the opps don't take you out

Kick back on this chopper, n***

I'll show you what this Drake about

N***s smile ain't matchin they handshake

So what's the hate about

I'm doin' this music sh**, my n****

So we all can make it out

Find out where the plug at

Outside, and we gon' stake it out

I'm rollin' like I'm shootin' dice

You can see what that shake about

Not runnin' up on me

Yeah, that's probably the safest route

Like Dolph, I took the paper route

Huh, yea nigga

Back from the feds, n****

I made it out

Back from the feds, n****

I made it out

Yeah, that's the motto

I pull out and let her swallow

I need some more with a bottle

I mix the runts with gelato

Them bullets, you know they hollow

They traceless, so they gon' follow

Like Loc Dog said

My n***a, do we have a problem

Gang, Huh

Back from the feds, n****

I made it out

Huh

Back from the feds, n****

I made it out

Yeah, that's the motto

I pull out and let her swallow

I need some more with a bottle

I mix the runts with gelato

Like Cardi and Glorilla say

It go up tomorrow

If you ain't f*****', you ain't suckin

H**go head, get out my car

Man, that sh** I'm smokin' on

Loud as a car alarm

Twenty-seven, I'm in my prime

Independent ain't tryin' to sign

Ayy, that hard f*** my stomach up

I be sippin' on that wine

My mom gettin' sicker

That sh** been heavy up on my mind

All these surgeries

Man, that sh** is startin' to worry me

I don't know if the Lord

Doin' this accidentally or purposely

Told one of my favorite shooters

Ayy, lil' bro, come work for me

Shorty thick as f***

I say, ayy, lil' b****, come twerk for me

All you n****s, my kids

I son'd you n****s' nursery

I ain't even rich yet

I know a couple n****s wanna murder me

That's what it is

Now I'm pullin' up in exotic sh**

McLaren and the Lamb

It look like I hit the lottery

Chally in the garage, sh**

And I don't even

Drive the b****

I'm so high like a pilot, n****

Move over, I can fly this b****

N****s die every day

Cause they can't put they pride to the side

And sh**, I inherited this music sh** as a kid

I know I gotta gift

I'm plugged in, n****

Like a outlet or a monitor

When you doin' good

Watch how everybody gon' be proud of ya

Huh

Back from the feds, n****

I'm back, n****

Watch how I work and grind

And climb up up the map

I put ni***s in certain situations

Just to see how they react

Don't try to hop on the train now

N****, stay where you was at

I'm blazin' gas, that's a fact

In a V12, f*** a cat

And free all the real ones

Ya'll can keep all the rats

Legend

I thank the Lord for my blessings

I don't know if a n**** goin' to hell or heaven

Ha

Real sh**, man

Pistol on my lap

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Mm-mm-mm-mm

Uh-uh

I f*** with that sh**