Pooh Shiesty – Federal Contraband (Freestyle) (Audio, Lyrics)

Listen to the new song by Pooh Shiesty, “Federal Contraband (Freestyle)”. The piece was produced by TP808. Stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Pooh Shiesty Federal Contraband

Memphis rapper Pooh Shiesty has been incarcerated for the better half of this year. Despite his relative silence for the first half of his incarceration, Shiesty has updated his fans a couple of times on social media, and now, we’re hearing his voice for the first time in months through his latest release, the “Federal Contraband” freestyle.

The new release is officially available on all streaming services, released independently by Pooh Shiesty through TuneCore. The five-minute-long freestyle includes plenty of notable lines from Shiesty, who speaks about Young Dolph’s passing, his feud with Kodak Black, and more. He also assures fans that he will be coming home soon, offering a glimmer of hope.

Pooh Shiesty – Federal Contraband (Freestyle) (prod. TP808)

Lyrics

[Intro]
From the federal prison, you will not be charged for this call
This call is from the Big Blrrrd (Once again, I’m locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Yeah, CEO checkin’, what the fuck’s choppin’?
Know we bein’ menaces out here from the one and only
But don’t never doubt me or compare to an opponent, man
Don’t never question or worry about shit
Don’t need to worry ’bout what I’ma do to a mothafucka

[Verse]
First time switchin’ up the vent, I get versatile and all
I been fucked up, in my feelings, don’t wanna talk, just playin’ it off
Pay attention, shit hit different when you stuck behind that wall
But I don’t regret it, shoutout to my two hustlers, shit ain’t go as I thought
Damn, that chopper go to my legs
It feel like a mountain when it falls
[?]
Switch the location, I ain’t goin’ in raw
Play with my moves, ain’t no out of bounds
Speak to my bitch, thought she was lyin’
Any time she say she could hold me down
Hard times, you gon’ find out who really love you or you clout
In a fucked up situation that you won’t recognize my mouth
In my plannin’ long enough, did what I sound like, breakin’ down
I got locked, niggas stopped throwin’ shit, they wouldn’t if I was ’round
Like they had, but I went federal, see what that hate about
I’ma make sure your fingers get cut off, say shit, count me out
My granddaddy passed away the other day, I just found out
Shit crazy, rest in peace, you’ll forever live through me, blrrrd, ayy
I’m goin’ through too much smoke at once, prayin’ to God gon’ help me clear it
Standin’ ten for Tee Da P, I know you watchin’, can you hear me?
On the jail call with my boo, she say your name, my eyes get teary
Just keep callin’ me my angels, that shit scary but I don’t fear it
Step alone, my fallen soldiers all I need for my security
Don’t hold grudges, I still love you
Just don’t want you nowhere near me
In my cell, I’m tryna digest who really love and who fear me
Washin’ my clothes in the sink, no more two thousand dollar Amiri jeans
In my cell, an AP, we up early, daily, pullin’ schemes
My skin glowin’ since I been gone, can’t go back to sippin’ Lean
My mind shit got different, I’m in prison before I’m sinnin’
They don’t even know the life I’m livin’
They tryna paint the picture of a menace
I need a second chance to get out
My opposer way too different
There’s some love for all this fast shit
Let’s go back to poppin’, pimpin’
I can’t never turn my back on none of my bitches from Memphis
Call me country hoe a [?], sold my Brooklyn ho a Bentley
I was told, “Get up and get it,” ran up racks in the pandemic
Tryna get rich or die slammin’, I touched millions off of [?]
Eight figures end a nigga, put triggers and get it started
Niggas that I thought was so loyal turned to be lyin’ at my indictment
I got more [?] ‘fore [?] so [?] lay down and keep quiet
All my bitches send me nudes, they pass out mail like it’s mine
Got to laugh to keep from cryin’, way too much shit on my shoulders
I thought I was movin’ smart, this shit now make it more colder
Book me and I don’t get an arena, [?] went global
For 175 a show so ain’t no more janky promoter
I paid my favorite cologne, this a six thousand dollar odor
Need a drug, you don’t [?], I can’t buy that shit you sellin’
Fuck with codeine, I move solo, mission time, Shiesty move serious
Only two kings out of Memphis, I know it’s just me and Elvis
Glock stay in my jumpsuit, poker key scratchin’ my pelvis
We shootin’ dice for noodles, I went through your whole commissary, yeah, ayy
See, used to two slide on [?], blind as shit but now I see
I brought hip-hop back, the industry watered down without me
Dumb love for my niggas Smurk but I’m the real force of the street
Dunkin’ Donuts down here, wearin’ purses and skinny jeans
Ayy, I’ma be back in a minute, won’t be too long ’til I’m free, yeah
Ayy, won’t be too long ’til I’m free, won’t be too long ’til I’m free
What’s that bro?
I tried to drop some shit with Dolph but [?] caught a nigga murked
Let Gucci squash shit with me and Kodak ’cause it wasn’t even worth it
Hate that shit happened with Von, [?] to open first
Shiesty gon’ be back in a minute, right now, go check in with 30, blrrrd

[Outro]
I still remain untouched and un-fucked-with
Still talkin’ my shit like I’m AP3, still poppin’ gang shit
Still havin’ my way like a king, eat like a king, everything look like one
Ain’t shit changed but how my clothes get washed
And all these thugs that’s locked, you hear me?
I heard niggas been gettin’ old early
Niggas got bald now, niggas ain’t hearin’ no more
They think it’s over for me, it’s, it’s okay, that’s cool, though
It’s just a brief, man, [?] ‘fore I’m back solid
Don’t go on ghost, you feel me, if you need to hear me
So keep that same energy, I still see everything
Cooperatin’-ass niggas, man
My shit public record, come look me up
No [?], no rule thirty-five
[?] don’t run in my blood, we bullets
We don’t keep shit silent, either, we keep it country
Five o’clock [?], you don’t give me a break
Take Shiesty out my name if you heard me on PC
I don’t know what the fuck that is or look like, nigga, I shoot the [?], blrrrd
That’s a lotta mothafuckin’ heads gon’ pull up right now
But the ones you call pussies, I been through all that little old shit, man
That’s why I wasn’t even lookin’ off, I still got one foot on you niggas’ necks
Y’all just breathin’ real nice ’cause I’m away
But it gon’ take more than tomatoes to catch up with me
I ran up ten million [?], that’s my life story
And I got more power than money
But it’s the only thing bad, when the youngings in charge
I done been through more shit than a ninety-nine year old, though
I’m with y’all before you know it
I’m just takin’ this shit one day at a time, all I do is smoke, eat and [?]
I take on with shit everywhere I go
Bitch, I’m locked up, shit on my mind still free
Can’t lock that up, I’m in a worse situation but I’m at my best right now
It don’t get no bigger than this, from the biggest Blrrrd