Feds

Yeah Yeah Uh 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 Never is the truth wrong I go dumb, it's two blondes All up in your home, and we don't give a fuck 'bout who home Everything I write is death to ya, check the tombstone All you wack rappers took the game to a new low Nigga, I've been nice with the mic since Kukoč I'ma flip the game upside down, I found a loophole The scale don't lie, let's see how much weight your crew hold Split your Adam's apple if you think life is a fruit bowl I'm at the tabernacle prayin' for a bulletproof soul Same nigga, new goals Bang nigga, too close Money on Manute Bol Spot the money like my granny used to spot a loose ho I feel like Harold Melvin, all niggas need is them Blue Notes I'm too cold, bitch Oh, ooh Said the feds, they watchin' me Mmm Oh-oh, oh