Contraband 2.5 lyrics

Yeah, man, you know I do too motherfuckin' much, I'm Mr. Go Too Far They might try to come and supersede me after all this shit I'm talkin', you know I'm federal property now And this that contraband music, man, part three on the way ASAP Free the whole Choppa gang, free CMO Certified Members Only, Choppa Mafia Omertà, Can't Miss Opportunities, however you wanna put it I recorded this jawn right here on Big Scarr birthday TeeDaP and Paw Nasty birthday a week after, I'ma try to drop it same day Long live them members, man, we don't say rest in peace They live through me, Lump, Rico, 23, Trey Day, Nuskie I done lost real day ones playin' in these yellow lines, you hear me? I'm the biggest, ain't no CEO or OG over me, nigga, I'm CEO status King Shiesty, slimy lil dude, blrrd, hey (once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit) Losin' relations with my family, it's been six months since I called It's part of what I signed up for, I'm mentally built for it all Physically, I'm standin' tall, was taught don't let 'em see you sweat Shit goin' all bad, but I'm patient, know somethin' good finna come next Old celly just got killed, his killer gone to ADX Went from Audemars to G-Shock, these the jailhouse Rolex Be cautious who you buy that phone from, they might work with SIS Had me stuck in the SHU, four months straight with one hour of rec My transfer still 'round, Grant Parish ain't designated me yet I'm givin' game raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' heed I experienced this shit I'm rappin', shit ain't on me, it's in me This for real ones doin' bids, right now, I'm speakin' fedenese This is not for a check-in, snitch or pussy on PC If you told before you hot, soon you get to a new yard, nigga, run your own self up top That paperwork good, you work in the yard A rat nigga cannot, he a chomo, he cannot Don't get into politics, move like a king, I'm still laid back These niggas' paperwork be good, but they still be jailhouse rattin' And they do shit like send the police in your cell to find a pack After they cooperate, lieutenant give them all your flats You havin' federal nightmares, this my reality, no yap on me I don't need no nigga to vouch for me Already locked up, the FBI still after me, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd See, I was payin' homage to Hov, I could never diss JAŸ-Z Y'all know me better than that, I got real street beefs to 'tend to You know, Baby Graveyard behind my name and shit I mention his name 'cause I don't see none of these other pussy-ass rappers Jigga my motivation, that's the only nigga I see I got a million for him cash to do a verse first day I'm free I'm King Shiesty, but in the feds, I get treated like I'm JAŸ-Z You ain't choppin', you ain't poppin', you want some motion, join CG I put a silencer on my glee, my guns don't get seen, they low-key Lost a veneer tryna whip the police, that soft press shit don't work on me If I was sittin' in the nosebleeds, niggas still couldn't play under me My momma taught me how to trap it, but my pops who was frontin' me I see the brokest niggas ridin' in 'Cats now, that shit disgust me They need to hurry up and free me, Ferrari making SUVs No more Trackhawks, fuck a Jeep Bulletproof Mansory kit, got her squirtin' on Cullinan seats Your bitch in love with CG I caught her cleanin' my Draco, she a pain freak Shake when I go deep, one in the neck, ho, I'm with that, I can't tell her no Real demon, that bitch the thing for Scorpios Lamb' truck go Oreo, park the car, open the door Kiss her from clit to areolas I run with wolves who run with wolves, these sixty 'bows from Minnesota I fuck with rappers from my city, but I'm the littest and they know it Way more famous and they know it I'm way more dangerous and they know it I killed some gangsters and they– let's switch it up I'ma hold court up in the streets 'fore they put me back in some cuffs I'm your favorite rapper, favorite smacker, they wanna be us I set examples, if the next one don't pay homage, he gettin' touched If be late on payin' they dues this month, I'm gettin' 'em touched If gangsters can't get into heaven, tell Meech that I said: What's up? Shot my first love in the skull, left her layin' in cold blood Can't get no concrete evidence, hit everybody they think it was Shit get killed like Scary Movie when I'm the one holdin' the grudge Got killed, tried to spray it, tried to headshot with the judge, ah (ah) Dead dummy, what the fuck he thought this was, nigga? (What the fuck he thought this was?) Blrrd Ayy, look, keep that right there like that Keep, like, then try to clean it up and shit, I'm finna call right back And if he shot at you with a shiesty mask on, I'm probably who sent him Louis Forces, Chrome Heart denim, Goyard backpack, Band-Aids in 'em I fuck with bangers, solid niggas, just got trapped off in the system Caught a body, stabbed a nigga, three hundred years, but it's free 'em [?] how I get pictures No more double taps on Insta My DM turned to CorrLinks, folded my clothes to make a pillow C-O tried to blemish my image, always harassin' a nigga But what don't kill you make you bigger, I feel safer around hitters Shiesty, I'm somethin' like a wizard, I turn brewsters into killers I turn main opps into pictures, I turn Cartiers to Richards I turn bad bitches into members, I turn VS1s to emeralds Hellcats to German engines, I'm changin', you feel this difference? You ain't never robbed no robber, you ain't never killed no killer F&N keep me fuck nigga free, I call that bitch GloRilla Nine million cash in the vault, give it to London if they steal me I can do the mannequin challenge, bet this jewelry still gon' glisten Fucked around, scratched up my 'Rari, rubbed my Cuban links on it Five-time platinum off one hit, but I be still tryna take hits With this bitch from Acres Homes, she Serena Williams thick Off this nine, whole clique dead, but there's four more I gotta get Head huntin', I could push red buttons, I'm Memphis president Brabus Benz, I jump in through the back like it's the ambulance I'm rich as I ever been, I'm lit as I ever been Good pussy my medicine I get paid in full before the contract, ain't no more backends, nigga Ayy, three golden rules, seven amendments, five Cubans, five pendants My feet bleedin', I stand on business, nigga I'm who helped clean Rico brains when he had died up on that mission Used to look at like my sister till she said I did it (said I did it) You must've forgot I was sittin' in that waitin' room all night with your mama They locked me up for five winters, gotta shine for fifty summers On bad terms with Scarr before he died, couldn't even tell him I love him See, baby Shiesty, I don't be bitchin', I holler at you 'cause I love you If I sit back and watch drugs kill you, I fail as a brother Sobered up, I don't think they ready for the new me, this shit trouble Proud of K Carbon, she makin' CG look good while I struggle In a warehouse full of lollipops, I'm allergic to suckers Glizzy got a speech impediment, it don't do nothin' but stutter Only sport I ain't good at is bowlin', I stay in the gutter I'm not a pimp, but I'm somethin' like one, quick to send a renegade All this shit I talk, I can't go like Lil Migo, ain't no way But I might go out like 23, or like Nuskie and Trey Day My niggas ain't wanna get in the car when I was ridin' 'round with a grenade, blrrd I ain't no Blood, I ain't no Crip, I ain't no Muslim, kill them rumors Try that shit on one of these other cappin' rappers, I'm a shooter I don't join gangs, I make 'em, go read about me on Google I say, I say, it's known I'm young, rich, and deadly I say swing and they say step Keep KD on thirty-seven, feel like I'm Sincere off of Belly Somebody tell Bill get ready, I heard Hennessy'll nail it Thinkin' out loud, I can't help it What happened to all they weapons? I caught when he was naked When I caught, he was naked Hahaha, ayy I ain't ev– (This call is from a federal prison)