OTF Jam - Federal Freestyle Lyrics

Man, on Lil' Moe grave, man
It feel so good to be back, man (too good, on Moe)
OTF, man (members only, man)
Real shit (that's a fact)
All my time, no cap in my rap (none, at all)

You a opp, I'ma splat you, I'm flippin' the beef
Boy, you better go talk to your chief
I was the lil' nigga killin' the big homies
Yeah, I went by a different belief
I was the one who they called during rush hour
'Cause I came through and clear up the streets
I be the one who they get for the real problems
I'm the reason some niggas deceased
Jam is a beast, an animal, not on a leash
And nah, I'm not squashing no beef
Kill me a nigga and had to lay low on the Lam
I started getting hot over east
Back in the streets, the prophet say I'm an apostle
I guess I'ma have to go preach
Just left the prison with bro'nem
I'm sick to my stomach, they gave them a hundred piece
It's out of your reach, promise you won't get non service
It's only a few that I'm servin'
Good under pressure but careful
That shit you be askin' them questions be makin' me nervous
Niggas be snitchin' and tellin', shit really is popular
Niggas don't care, I can merch it
Nigga ain't writing to tell me his homie a stain
I'ma go with a different detergent
The federal system is wicked, get life for a purchase
A nigga could hang up curtains
Brodie been stuck in this system for so many years
He got comfortable fuck in the Jurgens
Don't need a permit, hundred shot clip on a Glock
On my mama, I know how to work it
Find me a bitch and do what my ex used to do
I'ma buy her a million in Birkins

Y'all know what it is, man
OTF, man, too much gang shit, MTV
R.I.P V. Roy, free Zoo Wop, free Nine, free Steve, man
Bitch ass niggas, man
It's my time