Fats Pomc - Feds Lyrics

I hope yo case don't hit da feds nigga
F*ck dat shit you said nigga
Ppl putting letters and numbers over yo head nigga
All yo boys broke dey ain't gone send no f*ckin bread to ya
Court appointed lawyer coulda swore u was a bread winner

I hope yo case don't hit da feds nigga
All yo boys brokes

Coulda swore u was da breadwinner

Guess when you got it u got it but niggas don't
We could do it body for body leave niggas slump
I feel like duezy know we put some bodies on his pump
We either had some ops or some robberies gone wrong
I done made it out the slums I'm as humble as dey come
Dey respect a nigga G so it's always one on ones
I was outchea in da field I ain't care where dey was from
Use to see you round da way when you was quick to pop da trunk
You was dead to me
A tax check for da hit bring his head to me
I know dese bitches ain't shit but she was dea wit me
Oh yea when I ain't had shit who was fair wit me
So yea I'm eating niggas food
Getting paper getting stingy you know shit u niggas do
How u following da code if uon play it by da rule
Dey done caught u in a jam went from tautin at da school
To damn ain't dat bro up on the news

We was street niggas u know how da street be
When everybody for self it's hard to keep peace
Nigga really left me wit scares got em on gp
Caught me on broad where we catch u at lee street
We was hittin at all y'all y'all won't sneak beef
Aim at everybody in da whip dat how u heat seek
Calvin made B and dem strip about my P3
We be copping Cali bud not too much DC
Major artist come to city dey come to see me
So all promoters wan see me bout is free weed
But ion be rapping wit dem niggas on no rapper stuff
Soon as he confirm he wan purchase we gon wrap em up
Just hand to hand em with pools look like we dappin up
I'm getting paper baby dey call dis da trap for what
Full blown envy and hate gon make em snatch you up
Dey say da feds at da gate dey wan pack you up