Federal - Pohn Tha God

Yeah I gotta make me a way I told my mama we finna go federal I gotta wake up and make me a play TQ he gone yeah that nigga went federal When he come out imma show em a way Been had them bars like a nigga a felon though Keem cooking up like that boy Bobby Flay Not proud of the hood but I learned me some lessons though How to stay down and go get me a bag Niggas so tough till a nigga be lacking That choppa will find you that nigga play tag Talk to my brother, I teach him these lessons These hoes for yo pockets these hoes for yo bag Yo patnas' not with you them niggas confessing When niggas get questioned that shit really sad And niggas be doin this for a fad Finessing they Patna and shit for a bag Can't turn on my crew we gone wet like a rag Music to my ears yeah that beef just like Jazz Lil rican lil bitch and she said her name Jazz You talking too much man these niggas like Vlad Been sonin these rappers lil boy I'm yo dad These niggas be bitches that shit just like drag Yeah I seen yo bitch and she bad Seen who you is and lil boy boutta' snag Baby lil nigga lil boy you my lad These niggas don't bang but get killed boutta' flag His mama on fours with her head in the grass If he disrespect we gone be on his ass And do him like Jimmy lil boy gotta blast And leave his ass hanging lil boy like he sag Rock em like a Flinstone nigga Leave a pussy with a headstone nigga Not yo girl cause her head strong nigga yeah, yeah Bars like Samsung nigga yeah, yeah Boss like Kim Jong nigga yeah, yeah I don't want nun' I just want her head Stomp that nigga out like he pledge That's just what I said Get dough nigga I bake bread For the gang imma break that bread Get drew on get this lead Gave and me and Drew that head Her lipstick on my bed My girl mad, she so fed Girl you knew that I was that man Yeah I gotta make me a way I told my mama we finna go federal I gotta wake up and make me a play TQ he gone yeah that nigga went federal When he come out imma show em a way Been had them bars like a nigga a felon though Keem cooking up like that boy Bobby Flay Yeah I gotta make me a way I told my mama we finna go federal I gotta wake up and make me a play TQ he gone yeah that nigga went federal When he come out imma show em a way Been had them bars like a nigga a felon though Keem cooking up like that boy Bobby Flay

Era un seis de abril, A las seis de la mañana, Corría el año dos mil, Los fiscales de la aduana, Un tráiler que iba cargado Al parecer custodiaban. El licendiado Esquivel, Nativo de Río Bravo, Tenía instalado un retén Frente al restaurant El Mago, Ahí les llegó el pitazo, Y fueron a investigarlos. Cuando llegó el MP, Donde se encontraba el tráiler, Los reciben a balazos Los policías fiscales, Inició el enfrentamiento, Con MP y federales. De las dos corporaciones, No se rajaba ninguna, Había fiscales heridos, Pero mandan más patrullas, Quedaban como sedasos, Nomás las balas se oían. Nomás pa' aclarar los hechos, Ya que llegaba la calma, Miguel Ángel Esquivel, Se trasladaba a la aduana, Le cambiaron las versiones, Le habían tendido una trampa. Era trescientos soldados, Lo estaban esperando, Y en un avión militar A México lo llevaron, Federales y fiscales Se quedaron arraigados. Los fiscales quedan presos, La procu aclara los hechos, Miguel Ángel Esquivel, Aún permanece en su puesto, Combatiendo los delitos, Amparado en el derecho.