Federal Contraband (Freestyle) by Pooh Shiesty
Federal Contraband (Freestyle) by Pooh Shiesty

Federal Contraband (Freestyle)

Pooh Shiesty

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Federal Contraband (Freestyle) by Pooh Shiesty

Release Date
Mon Dec 27 2021
Performed by
Pooh Shiesty
Produced by
TP808
Writed by
TP808 & Pooh Shiesty
About

“Federal Contraband (Freestyle)” is a jail freestyle by the incarcerated, Memphis native rapper, Pooh Shiesty.

Despite the gritty jail phone quality, Shiesty was able to freestyle with a frequently collaborated with producer, TP808 backing the raw recording with a Trap beat.

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Federal Contraband (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Intro]
From the federal prison, you will not be charged for this call
This call is from the Big Blrrrd (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, CEO checkin' in, what the fuck's choppin'?
Know it's been a minute since y'all heard from the one and only
But don't never doubt me or compare to a phony, man
Don't never question or worry about shit happening to me
Worry 'bout what I'ma do to a mothafucka

[Verse]
First time switchin' up the vent, I get versatile and all
I been fucked up, in my feelings, don't wan' talk, just playin' it off
Pay attention, shit hit different when you stuck behind that wall
But I don't regret it, sharpen my tool 'causе shit ain't go as I thought
Damn, they tryin' throw dirt on my legacy
Built like a mountain, you won't see mе fall
Twenty hoes naked, first dial, he called
Switch the location, I ain't goin' in raw
Play with my moves, no out of bounds
Speak to my bitch, thought she was lyin' every time she say she hold me down
Hard times, you gon' find out who really love you or your clout
In a fucked up situation you won't hear come out my mouth
Held my pain in long enough, this what I sound like, breakin' down
I got locked, niggas stopped doin' shit, they wouldn't if I was 'round
Like they happy I went federal, see what that hate about
I'ma make sure your fingers get cut off since you count me out
My granddaddy passed away the other day, I just found out
Shit crazy, rest in peace, you'll forever live through me, blrrrd, ayy
I'm goin' through too much smoke at once, prayin' to God can help me clear it
Standin' ten for Tee Da P, I know you watchin', can you hear me?
On the jail call with Ma Dukes, she say your name, my eyes get teary
Just keep callin' me my angels, that shit scary but I don't fear it
Step alone, my fallen soldiers all I need for my security
Don't hold grudges, I still love you
Just don't want you nowhere near me
In my cell, I'm tryna digest who really love and who fear me
Washin' my clothes in the sink, no more two thousand dollar Amiri jeans
Ask my cellie, AP, we up early, daily, pullin' schemes
My skin glowin' since I been sober, can't go back to sippin' lean
My mindset got different, I'm in prison before I'm sentenced
They don't even know the life I'm livin'
They tryna paint the pic of a menace
I need a second chance to get out
My opposer way too different
That's enough of all this sad shit
Let's go back to poppin', pimpin'
I can't never turn my back on none of my bitches from Memphis
Copped my country ho a stolo, bought my Brooklyn ho a Bentley
I was told, "Get up and get it," ran up racks in the pandemic
Tryna get rich or die slimin', I touched millions off of rhymin'
Eight figure lil' spinnin' nigga, pull triggers and get excited
Niggas I thought was so loyal turned 6ix9ine in my indictment
I got morals 'fore I bite some cheese I’ll lay down and keep quiet
All my bitches send me nudes, they pass out mail, I get to smilin'
Got to laugh to keep from cryin', way too much shit on my shoulders
I thought I was movin' smart, this shit now make it more colder
Book me now get an arena, South Memphis baby went global
Want one-seven-five a show so ain't no more janky promoter
I pack my favorite cologne, this six thousand dollar odor
Need a drug, he don't spin sober, I can't buy the shit you sellin'
Fuck a co-d, I move solo, mission time, Shiesty get selfish
Only two kings out of Memphis I know of, that's me and Elvis
Glock [?] stay in my jumpsuit, poker keep scratchin' my pelvis
We shootin' dice for noodles, I went through your whole commissary, yeah, ayy
See, used to two slide on [?], blind as shit but now I see
I brought hip-hop back, the industry watered down without me
Dumb love for my nigga Smurk but I'm the real voice of the street
Don't condone in dyin' hair, wearin' purses and skinny jeans
Ayy, I'ma be back in a minute, won't be too long 'til I'm free, yeah
Ayy, won't be too long 'til I'm free, won't be too long 'til I'm free
Watch out, bro
I tried to drop some shit with Dolph and Gotti
Caught a nigga murked
Let Gucci squash shit with me and Kodak 'cause it wasn't even worth it
Hate that shit happened with Von, left me with two open verses
Shiesty gon' be back in a minute, right now, go check in with 30, blrrrd

[Outro]
I still remain untouched and un-fuck-with-able
Still talkin' my shit like I'm eight feet three, still poppin' king shit
Still havin' my way like a king, eat like a king, and thinkin' like one
Ain't shit changed but how my clothes get washed
And all these doors that's locked, you hear me?
I heard niggas been gettin' bold
I heard niggas got balls now, niggas ain't hidin' no more
They think it's over wit' for me, it's o- okay, that's cool, though
It's just a brief mission, after these few years I'm back solid
I'm goin ghost, you gon' feel me, if you need to hear me
So keep that same energy, I still see everything
Cooperatin'-ass niggas, man
My shit public record, look me up
No 5K1, no rule thirty-five
Rats don't run in my blood, we bullies
We don't keep shit solid, either, we keep it concrete
Five o'clock traffic jam the only time you gon' catch me braking
Take Shiesty out my name if you heard me on PC
I don't know what the fuck that is or look like, nigga, I shook the feds, blrrrd
There's a lotta mothafuckers happy I'm put up right now
But that's what you call pussy, I been knew all that love was fake
That's why I wasn't made up at all, I still got one foot on you niggas' necks
Y'all just could breathe a lil' bit now 'cause I'm away
But it gon' takes more than tomatoes to catch up with me, you hear me?
I ran up ten million in two years off tellin' my life story
And I got more power than money
But it's something you can't buy, I'm the youngest in charge
I done been through more shit than a ninety-nine year old, though
I'm with y'all before you know it
I'm just takin' this shit one day at a time, all I do is smoke, eat and terrorize
I takeover shit everywhere I go
Nigga, I'm locked up, but my mind still free
Can't lock that up, I'm in a worse situation but I'm at my best right now
It don't get no bigger than this
From the biggest Blrrrd

Federal Contraband (Freestyle) Q&A

Who wrote Federal Contraband (Freestyle)'s ?

Federal Contraband (Freestyle) was written by TP808 & Pooh Shiesty.

Who produced Federal Contraband (Freestyle)'s ?

Federal Contraband (Freestyle) was produced by TP808.

When did Pooh Shiesty release Federal Contraband (Freestyle)?

Pooh Shiesty released Federal Contraband (Freestyle) on Mon Dec 27 2021.

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