What ya think bout my lyrics

Feds tryna catch me, I cant relax, B

Breathing down my neck, frankly Id prefer a peck

kick it ohly ith my cats, stopped moving carelessly

im laying in the shadows, they wanna know where my gats be

perhaps I should go OT and stay low key

Keep cool, no matter how hard they try to provoke me



agents on my nerves, but I remain unobserved

campfire meals, then my plan is preserved

to hell with the phones, messaging through birds

hiding my cheese, wont leave ya suckers a curd


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Word to b***hes talkin reckless: stop being respectless,

I still run with them ones, so I can leave you hoes breathless,

Coming with drama, get shipped to the the Bahamas,

I practice what I preach and thats on my dear mama