[Intro]
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, Murder Came Opportunity, just however you wanna put it
I recorded this jawn right here on Big Scarr birthday
TeeDaP and Paul 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, Nuski
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 (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
[Verse 1]
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 gotta 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 a 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
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' hits
I experienced what I be rappin', shit ain't on me, it's in me
This one for real ones doin' bids, right now, I'm speakin' fedenese (Blrrd)
This is not for a check-in, snitch or pussy that's on PC (No)
He be told before he hot, soon he get to a new yard, he send his own zip-up top
Your paperwork clean, you work in the yard
A rat nigga cannot (No), if he a chomo, he cannot (No)
Don't get into politics, move like a king, I'm too laid back
Some niggas' paperwork be good, but they still be jailhouse rats
They do shit like send the police in your cell to find a pack
After they cooperate, lieutenant give you all your flat (Go back)
Still havin' federal nightmares, different how reality, no yap on me
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me
Already locked up, the FBI still after me, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
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, Murder Came Opportunity, just however you wanna put it
I recorded this jawn right here on Big Scarr birthday
TeeDaP and Paul 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, Nuski
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 (Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
[Verse 1]
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 gotta 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 a 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
Givin' gang raw uncut for free, pay me by takin' hits
I experienced what I be rappin', shit ain't on me, it's in me
This one for real ones doin' bids, right now, I'm speakin' fedenese (Blrrd)
This is not for a check-in, snitch or pussy that's on PC (No)
He be told before he hot, soon he get to a new yard, he send his own zip-up top
Your paperwork clean, you work in the yard
A rat nigga cannot (No), if he a chomo, he cannot (No)
Don't get into politics, move like a king, I'm too laid back
Some niggas' paperwork be good, but they still be jailhouse rats
They do shit like send the police in your cell to find a pack
After they cooperate, lieutenant give you all your flat (Go back)
Still havin' federal nightmares, different how reality, no yap on me
I don't need no nigga to vouch for me
Already locked up, the FBI still after me, blrrd, blrrd, blrrd
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