Back From The Fedz 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 nigga 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 handling business

Dishing out hella fear

Where I'm from, we stay clutching that bitch

Just like we shifting gears

Tonight, I might just pop a pill

For my nigga Akil and Stafa

They OD'd off the perks

Every day, I pray for they mama

I was goin' through the same shit

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, going 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 blowing these guns on accident

We do this shit on purpose

You niggas is clowned out

You bitches 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, nigga

I'll show you what this Drake about

Niggas smile ain't matching they handshake

So what's the hate about

I'm doing this music shit, my nigga

So we all can make it out

Find out where the plug at

Outside, and we gone stake it out

I'm rolling like I'm shooting dice

You can see what that shake about

Not running up on me

Yeah, that's probably the safest route

Like Dolph, I took the paper route

Huh, yea nigga

Back from the feds, nigga

I made it out

Back from the feds, nigga

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 gone follow

Like Loc Dog said

My nigga, do we have a problem

Gang, Huh

Back from the feds, nigga

I made it out

Huh

Back from the feds, nigga

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 fucking you ain't sucking

Hoe go head, get out my car

Man, that shit I'm smoking on

Loud as a car alarm

Twenty-seven, I'm in my prime

Independent ain't tryin' to sign

Ayy, that hard fuck my stomach up

I be sipping on that wine

My mom getting sicker

That shit been heavy up on my mind

All these surgeries

Man, that shit is starting 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 fuck

I say, ayy, lil' bitch, come twerk for me

All you niggas, my kids

I son'd you niggas' nursery

I ain't even rich yet

I know a couple niggas wanna murder me

That's what it is

Now I'm pulling up in exotic shit

McLaren and the Lamb

It look like I hit the lottery

Chally in the garage, shit

And I don't even

Drive the bitch

I'm so high like a pilot, nigga

Move over, I can fly this bitch

Niggas die every day

Cause they can't put they pride to the side

And shit, I inherited this music shit as a kid

I know I gotta gift

I'm plugged in, nigga

Like a outlet or a monitor

When you doing good

Watch how everybody gone be proud of ya

Huh

Back from the feds, nigga

I'm back, nigga

Watch how I work and grind

And climb up up the map

I put niggas in certain situations

Just to see how they react

Don't try to hop on the train now

Nigga, stay where you was at

I'm blazing gas, that's a fact

In a V12, fuck 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 nigga goin' to hell or heaven

Ha

Real shit, man

Pistol on my lap

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

Mm-mm-mm-mm

Uh-uh

I fuck with that shit