Arsonal (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle054

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Hold up, let me talk my shit
Walk my strip
Hundred dollars for the valet who parked my whip
This presidential, Flex
I never took it off my wrist
None of them other battle niggas get to talk like this
I'm street certified
Kick door, burglarize
I pull back to shoot
The shit ain't never get circumcised
I'm still bustin' on em'
Shawty touching on em'
Tryna work the guys
I rob 'em in a Donald Trump mask that's the worst disguise
Mariano curving pitches I'm curving bitches
The gold diggers know I only like certain pictures
Your lil' homie is trynna lie instead of workin witcha
I'm from a place Picasso couldn't paint a perfect picture
So visualize that, I'm living my raps
If you ain't swagger X you ain't never been in my trap
You know what happened to the last nigga kicked in my back?
That nigga got however many fit in my MAC
They like: "How this nigga just a battle rapper but he's so paid?"
I shined through the blinds when 'em niggas try to throw shade
Ain't never let a nigga sun me in no way on clouds
While these niggas in these streets looking both ways
I'm fly crippin'
I was loc'in in my loc shades have dreads half my life
And been a savage since a lil' fade
Most my time was in the lab where the dope made
One stove, four burners, two bitches both paid
I'ma pimp to these bitches trynna act slave
I put her on the strip by herself the bitch that brave
Couple dollars have her sucking dick backstage
These bitches really hustling now cuz ain't no more Backpage
Hold up, you better tone it down a bit
Cuz where I'm from niggas get drugs over the counter shit
Gang banging whole life i've been around this shit
Don't get slug trynna pay the plug in some counterfeits
Hennessy just sponsored me I'm on my 5th liter
She ain't my BM honestly I'ma mistreat her
Flex, I don't care about a bitch either
She can't fit pills in her pussy then my dick ain't gon fit neither
I got Flex lookin at me like this nigga nice
After you drop this my feature is a different price
Stop comparing me to them i live a different life
Got real songs with Snoop
So dont ask me what my cripping like
Only battle rap on Flex ain't gotta thank Smack
I made a name for myself nigga take that
They offer many deals I ain't take that
And fuck retirement I'm here to bring the game back
UDubb we did them URL niggas greasy
Hitman vs Suge
I got the check easy
Tay Roc vs Ars
I got the check easy
Flex, it can only be one I'm finna tax Beasley
Ha! Nigga! I'm laughing to the bank
Forty in the kitchen in the cabinet by the sink
Bodies stiff sooner than this casket got a plank
9 Tuck stashed it by the shank, nigga
This that Frank Lucas Blue Magic in the fiend vein
This that shoot an alias to have a clean name
I seen fame
I rob my dealer when the weed came
I can't love a stripper like T-Pain
I am something different
This labels look at me like if it's something different
I won't compromise and sell my soul for one position
Maybe we can negotiate after one condition
Let me put a condom on my dick and go on fuck the system
My inner me is my enemy
I feel the energy
The remedy a pint of Hennessey is all over
You know a snake biggest fear is a lawn mower
Everybody think they made a name until I John Doe ya
You a cop if a narc recruit ya
Uniform they gun you down but in the streets ain't had a heart to shoot ya
He keep it non violent by any means
My thoughts illusion
You gotta be related to Malcom and Martin Luther
Hey Flex, my people wanna be led
While i'm keeping myself alive by keeping one in the head
That double barrel monster I keep it under the bed
Everybody finna get fed lead
You dead then
One hand on my grip
One hand on my Johnson
I got one bitch out in Jersey
One bitch out in Compton
Don't put my back against the wall and not give me no option
I came to fuck Flex up, nigga
Mission accomplished
If you eating healthy, family first
Long as my people wealthy
I'm gon stay alive won't let these streets derail me
I'm ventilating to conquer the ones defending Satan
See how long it take them to process all of this information
I'm in a different lane while all these others niggas racing
I'm out here flippin' change while all these other niggas hating
But they hide behind a mask so I'ma give em Jason
Bars that sever ties I cut deep before full penetration
It's all a façade thru the fire I gotta see the real
I learned from 50 on how to rob Nah I don't need a deal
They trynna lock us for possessing weapons we conceal
You rather catch the bullet or throw the bullet? Let's be for real
By any means necessary If I need a meal
Before my family starves I'll make another nigga eat the steel
The streets is real it's survival of the fittest
I talk it how I live it cuz I did it
Hey Flex, street knowledge is really valuable
The hood can only visualize what you're allowing to
Certain few are down for you
Broke niggas with no account get held accountable
Opportunity may not but it sure won't wait around for you
Most of us need help don't nobody gotta counsel to you
Guilty conscious of how you thinking the world got it out for you
How would you feel if I was you?
How would you handle power moves?
Our moves gotta get executed properly
Now are you ready to be yourself for once you coward you?
Huh? You think snitching is something I'ma do
Well I'm blind to the fact I got a 9 in my lap
And we rottin' together trynna find time to chat
Thin line between love and hate I find time to rap
Because I love what I stand for I just hate where I'm at, nigga
The streets raised me I ain't proud of that fact
But that's life and that's that
Now if we take it back to '99
When I was chillin on the stoop
In front my grandma building couple killas on the roof
Like Midget in Jersey Drive all they trynna do is shoot
Ignore these hood rat hoes all they trynna be is cute
Oh yeah we crippin on the east but to the west I salute
I started banging round '01 Grape Street with the troops
Doggystyle still playing and I sipped the gin and juice
Then 13 years later I get introduced to Snoop
The big homie took me under and he said king come through
Watch out for them snakes I said I seen some too
Every homie ain't your homie yeah that means something too
Make your enemies hate but make 'em watch your dreams come true
That's what I did homie now shout out to my big homies
I'm certified and you will never find no shit on me
But they don't want me to flashback to 21 no blackjack
Gun in my backpack and I always got a SIG on me
Bein' G I ain't gotta try
They think because I finished college I wasn't that kinda guy
I ain't wanna see my momma cry
Ever a murder in my hood, my dorm room was my alibi
I don't know about a 9 to 5 I rap 5 to 9
Tax Free I'm ducking Uncle Sam and father Tom
It was destiny I gotta rhyme
I've been at my best since I started I ain't gotta prime
I'm thinking dollar signs
Arm out the window all kinda of signs
If I eat we all eat I'm trynna see my partners shine
Lyrically like line for line I turn to another man
Shuttin' down projects quick shout out to the mother land
I'm 30, 25 thousand in a rubber band
And what I keep my 5th for? Bitch I think I'm brother man
Get it? Business is you with it?
If your lawyer like my lawyer? Get acquitted
Fuck opinions
Nowadays everybody is a critic nigga
EBK mean everybody could get it
It's a new year
Twenty fourteen wasn't great to me
Two weeks before the ball dropped
Lil' bro got took away from me
Flex, It was the day before my birthday
December 15th his passing hurting in the worst way
I say it rest in peace trap garbage
You know I'm hustlin' with this music Still a trap god, bitch
My daughter three now I gotta stack my chips
My baby mother ain't no sucker nigga, that's my bitch
Bonnie and Clyde type shit plus she match my wits
She told me keep them gloves on so they can't snatch my prints
Oh this all real shit, I'm just speaking what I feel bitch
This just a couple real situations to deal with
Berg 490's spaz check kizzle real quick
Hov, G Hop, T Rob, I'm naming the real crips
GIP Brucey, Snoop, I'll be home in a lil' bit
Original island boys that I grew up in the field with
Nigga my heart cold as ice I don't feel shit
GL know i keep that lil pistol by the killswitch
Remember my white Pontiac I was the driver
In the chase we gon' zero to a hundred, nigga real quick