Fresh From The Feds
Still been on the road
Me and my fours, free my bros
Still been on the road
Tryna take care of my bros
Give my nigga a couple phones (ayy, Wristy, turn that shit up)
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
Still checkin' my mail, what's up with lil' Quez?
Doggie keep goin', you the shit on my kids
Wish I could come get you, a real nigga missed you
It is what it is, I just wish you woulda listened
Stop fuckin' with these niggas, half of 'em snitches
Stop fuckin' with these bitches, they in it for the chicken
E'ry time I try to kick it, I end up with a sentence
Growin' through it with Drekk, how we was just on that visit
Fuck 'em if they ain't wit' us, loyalty over feelin'
Still be with the killers, holdin' it for the members
Finally, I'm the biggest, I said, "Finally, I'm the biggest"
Takin' these risks just to bring it home to my bitch
Break e'rything down on my kids, that's the only way to live for me
And I won't forget what you did for me
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
Just got off the phone with Jed, hope for another chance
Even through it all, you know where a nigga stand
Doggie went outside, probably fucked up his cash
Half these niggas mad, youngin got him a 'Cat
And just to keep it cordial, he woulda brung that bitch back
How you ain't out here wit' us? Spazz know how I'm feelin'
Walkin' through the gate, you was supposed to come get me
You was supposed to come get me
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
God, I been down bad
Me and my fours, free my bros
Still been on the road
Tryna take care of my bros
Give my nigga a couple phones (ayy, Wristy, turn that shit up)
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
Still checkin' my mail, what's up with lil' Quez?
Doggie keep goin', you the shit on my kids
Wish I could come get you, a real nigga missed you
It is what it is, I just wish you woulda listened
Stop fuckin' with these niggas, half of 'em snitches
Stop fuckin' with these bitches, they in it for the chicken
E'ry time I try to kick it, I end up with a sentence
Growin' through it with Drekk, how we was just on that visit
Fuck 'em if they ain't wit' us, loyalty over feelin'
Still be with the killers, holdin' it for the members
Finally, I'm the biggest, I said, "Finally, I'm the biggest"
Takin' these risks just to bring it home to my bitch
Break e'rything down on my kids, that's the only way to live for me
And I won't forget what you did for me
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
Just got off the phone with Jed, hope for another chance
Even through it all, you know where a nigga stand
Doggie went outside, probably fucked up his cash
Half these niggas mad, youngin got him a 'Cat
And just to keep it cordial, he woulda brung that bitch back
How you ain't out here wit' us? Spazz know how I'm feelin'
Walkin' through the gate, you was supposed to come get me
You was supposed to come get me
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
God, I been down bad, spendin' my cash, oh
God, I been down bad, missin' my man's
God, I need a miracle, I ain't really feelin' that spiritual
Why you ain't been answerin' my prayers?
I coulda been dead, fresh from the feds
They told me, "Stay sober", I'm back lookin' for the red
God, I been down bad
Credits
Writer(s): Dion Marquise Hayes, Khaya Gilika, Aleksandr Poroshin, Yan Ermolovich, Brian Saadeh
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