Feds Listenin

I'mma tell you how my people went to jail, ya feel me

Doin' life, 50 plus (Free 'em)

Feds people took my people down

Then they got caught with them M's

Let them niggas out, man

I Heard The Feds Listenin

My momma, told me, Chrisy Louie, had the feds wit 'em

My momma, know I'm hard, body, and I ain't scared nigga

Born in 92, I grew up wit no dad nigga

And when I catch 'em he a dead nigga (bang!)

This is for my niggas wit the feds nigga

It's so fucked up, we talkin' glass nigga

Your nigga move that dope, that glass nigga (that work, work)

I wish my nigga used that mask nigga

They gave you 40 from that last case

2 chains on but I'mma add base

Tryna' throw Rico, gave me head, face

Then then they tried to snake me in that red tape

I Heard The Feds Listenin

Nigga you a wangsta and you ain't pop none

My hits like Mustard in the studio, shit I drop some

What you know bout wakin' up, into then block slums?

Can't call back, but you know they wanna couple hunnids

My barber for my kids, like hey I'm out a job

Free my niggas, doing Collard Greens like Lamar

3oo, for that Rico, there's not a lot of us

You can't join us, no these beaters need a lot of trust

He in that low life, like where he go wrong at?

I told that nigga, that line phoned tapped

He bust a beat right here, flexin' cuz he don't blo out

He got the message, don't think that nigga got the wrong LL

*Phone ring* "Hello"

"What up bro what's wrong"

*Laughs* "Wrapping up these bricks"

Keepin' it flowin' where you at, you ready?"

"Ok bitch, where you at?"

"Yeah, I'm downtown on my way down there now"

"I'm gonna grab my son, take him back to the crib"

"I'm gon' shoot down to the burbs right now"

"How many bricks you need?"

"Hey, you know what all the shit you have"

"Alright let's do it, say no more"

"I got 10 bricks for you, let's get it"