Contraband

[Verse 1: Friday October] I got the whole crew with me, ounces for 250 You could believe it or not, its not far from Ripley's Please don't try to tempt me, the trigger I squeeze it empty Homie fatigues at ease, you ain't convincing B I smoke good weed and get them packs out Don't look at me different, I came up out the frat house High side weird look, and gazelle frames Niggas know me by Friday October cold name Back in the days that fiends doing the fuckin soul train Ever since my little cousin put me on to the dope game I'm just saying that I know thangs I'm OG in these streets, I listen to Johnny Coltrane Have that work for these heads, they call me rope game In front of the peas, blowing trees with a gold chain New York City greedy fifth's on stand Never know when you gotta use that contraband [Hook: Fred The Godson] My whole crew good with the pan This is soul food, getting good amount of yams Before you leave here, count your grams Baking soda bubble that smuggle contraband Contraband, this is contraband I'm a monster with this money, this is contraband I throw some packs to my man Tell the law fuck taxes, this is contraband [Verse 2: Papers] I started off a young crack dealer Now I'm all in the magazines And all I knew is that hustle hustle by any means Let me take em back from the start, back to my sonogram Got to look up in my mama belly and found contraband I caught em up town and then I checked em He wasn't living right, so my nigga left him All these niggas living that life, till a nigga test em like All these bitches love me, We kick it like David Beckham Crack music, hit maker Fred The God, October, OZ was the beat maker I beat the case what I feel for Mama say she ready to fuck, what she need a pill for? It's not a game when I will kill y'all Hip hop is back to that era, era of real ball And TBM was the movement Let your pistol go or keep moving, it's real nigga [Hook] [Verse 3: Fred The Godson] Whoever knew, my revenue pay from ex to dust Something like a revenue My leather new, I get 7 a scale Learn to work with a bird like Kevin Mccall I talk to these birds like Doctor Doolittle I'll pop you with a bird the Doc could do little Your block could do little, I ain't doing the counting But you re up with me, it's just a pale of balance And you see me every other week You niggas is fucking weak Get bread, not whole weed will pump a nickel(?) These little niggas take a whole week to pump a nickel I'm talking quarters, halfs bein broke ain't a joke I love my daughter's laugh Wanna do business with cash and earn that cake Like the NBA draft, it's just a sturdy handshake [Hook]