Pooh Shiesty - Federal Reality (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Pooh Shiesty - Federal Reality (en) Lyrics
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First day out them jail doors, I
burnt up all my jail clothes
'Rari truck and Richard Mille, both
of 'em dipped in rose gold
Got kicked out the FCI, crashed
with the GD, glizzy froze
Stood over **** with that blrrrd, somehow
that bitch survived, though
In the trenches, sittin' on
the curb, I hear the streets
tellin' me, "Go"
Since they locked up Smurk,
I don't listen to "Federal
Nightmares" no more
This shit reality, they plottin'
to shatter us with a RICO
These niggas'll shoot at you,
you bust back at 'em, they
gon' tell the folks
Six months in isolation, I learned
to master patience
Showed me who real and fake and postin'
"Free Shiesty" won't save 'em
I got two different ways I wanna go
'bout gettin' somethin' straighten
But this halfway house and home confinement
shit finna drive me crazy
I just wanna pop out in your
section, thirty deep, nigga
Turn the radio down, I'm tryna
listen to the streets, nigga
Steady rippin' my trigger,
fact and them for SRT
Some reason I think them switches
fit better on Gen 3s, nigga
For Treyday, we chunk threes,
my bitch Black and Japanese
Ridin' foreign, it's a Striker, this
bitch ain't even got no key
I might let the sunroof back so
when she top me, you can see
Got her feet facin' the door, head
in my lap, knees in the seat
I'm tryna run through the top bitches
from your section in one week
Pussy ho send me one letter talkin'
'bout she wrote, that shit weak
Behind them chains, you played
them games, I'm back out,
now the game's on me
Won't show my hand, feet back on
land, Pooh Shiesty, capital P
A real hitter, check my credentials,
he ain't slick,
I just ain't kicked him
Hope my lil' niggas get richer, if
she blink twice, I'ma hit her
Bitch want me to eat and kiss
her, bitch, you tweakin',
play with your nigga
And I heard your nigga snitched, that
make both of y'all hot as shit
You ain't never seen a nigga bop
in the club with your bitch
And they know we smooshed they nigga,
they still ain't tried to do shit
KRISS Vector clip with a
switch, 57 so accurate
All my lil' homies smack shit,
even my sunroof five-percent
In the feds, if you get anything
under ten, that's a win
Richard Mille my best friend,
after him, it's Benjamin
Dozin' off in a Maybach Benz,
I was off Wocky and Triss
Shiesty chain, three bricks of fent',
two M's from my head to my wrist
I came home, nigga still broke,
I wasn't even missin' shit
I'm dumpin' ashes on a sixteen
thousand dollar outfit
Now all my cars rose gold,
bulletproof Mansory kits
I'm still Mr. Go Too Far, ain't never
goin', ain't never went, pussy
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