FEDS

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I'm a made nigga, got models cleanin' the crib

I'm hair stylin' on 'em, the iron on me, I wig

Feds buggin' your spot, niggas raidin' where you live

You know the stakes high when you makin' it on the strip

I talked to the blind man, he told me what he saw

The deaf nigga told me that he was listenin' to his heart

It's shockin', I ain't hip to the plug, my shit is raw

I been hoppin' out the sockets since Tracee Ellis Ross, ugh

Nasty, I'm repulsive, I'm the grossest

Got the chopper at your do' like a witness from Jehovah

Put my love in the culture, got no love from the culture

Now I dance with the devil at the wedding, saying, "Devotion"

Like my bitches either real ghetto or too famous

She wanna try me, I tell her, "Find a cute angle"

Time tells all, you'll soon find out who's hatin'

Always the ones close, it's never the few strangers

How you livin', nigga?

(Sin is burnin' through my heart, and it's burnin' in my soul)

Bitch, I'm in the building, somebody switch the decor

All the competition get zipped and shipped to the morgue

My auntie used to say, "That baby done been here before"

If the money Nia Long, then I'm tryna go get some more

All these niggas all in yo' business, that ain't business

I watch the dark time turn light, I Aunt Viv it

Nigga, you don't get the credit if your man did it

Yeah, they skatin' when they bored, all them dirty Vans wit' it

No, I'm not the shooter, but trust, I'm forever guarded

Split you down the middle like when labels fuck their artists

Nigga, please, I wanna be Master P

Ain't no limit, I get paid like a athlete

Big business, ho, fuck you if you mad at me

I tell a bitch to get to steppin' like some Kappa feet

Ayy, that's my cue, dawg, I'm too raw

Too hard, from West Chevelle to two-tone

Packin' like a group home

I'm the southern Snoop Dogg

From where you take a life to save a life, keep your Groupon