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, just 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, blrrrd, 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, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd

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'm whole caught 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?)
Blrrrd

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 'til 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, they 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, blrrrd
[Outro]
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)