Chris Rivers | Funk Flex | #Freestyle042

[Verse]
Yo, gotta flex on Flex, that's flexception
Ain't no misconception, conception's the best weapon
'Cause my popper bust that proceed pause
But as I proceed to get these proceeds
You realize that I'm a pro, see y'all sleeping
Niggas act like I ain't the shit
Like we ain't struggle with no heat, waving irons and shit
The block was hot, they wanted heat, waving irons and shit
Talk with the body, all the beef like low on iron and shit
I ain't just eyein' this shit, nigga, I'm grabbin' it
It's actual, I'm from New York where they say I'm the best
It's factual like dead ass, fam, B, you know this
Rep the whole Bronx, was homeless
I'm from various avenues, either slang pounds of NBA
Shakedowns like everyday, no controversy, niggas really break down with the yay
Records say they even catching reckons
Yeah, I'm what you niggas reckon like you once you try to resurrect that real shit
Fuck's about a deal shit, ain't concerned 'bout what you didn't cater or what you got from dealerships
More concerned about who's coming for my spot, I had to deal with it
No disrespect to all who sat in the center but I'm better than half of these niggas
If I done kill half of these niggas
If I done fuck all your bitches only time I'm comin' after these niggas
But of course on my coordinates was the corner
Get caught up in all this auctioning
Back to coppin' quarter waters, niggas gettin' caught again
Am I a door, the irony, that dirty money got a nigga whip cleaner than porcelain
Wonder what I got more to him, not gangster or a mobster
But I done slept on benches with pajamas
I done ran home from school and fucked up niggas from my sisters
And my momma makin' movies, I ain't even into drama
I'm a monster in the making like Freddy and Jason rapin' the exorcist
Chick in the basement while Michael Myers is waitin' for tastin'
Satan is pacin' under the pavement for placement
Patient, reincarnation of greatness
Takin' basic statements out of radio stations
Sour faces on Flex, like power lip, they suckin' lemons on sets
Just know that I represents the next off the X
With the brain capacity of Bane's anatomy
I laid on tracks like feet of Usain
Got true pain and blue flame and crews came
My boots aim, no it's Timberland
Choppin' niggas down like yelling Timber and
Edward Scissorhands, no colonoscopy on Johnny but I've been in debt
Ain't waitin' on no taxes, change is waiting on some spiritual Flex
No pressure, yeah, just be inspired
I'm Chris, done came from laced in designer to layin' in pavements and took that pain and paved an empire
Shit is earned like niggas laying in fire
This old race should just lie there, our top candidates was racists and liars
You better find your passion, passing these half ass and hashtagging niggas that lack action
Went from rags to riches to rags, nigga
From that nigga wishing he's different to that nigga puttin' in work to just that nigga
That's why I rap, rap like rapid fire shotties
Rap like Rosses having parties
Niggas burn and learn to stay away from pigs like hurtin' Kermits
They say I work this vermin, so I got to taste the cheese
I'm a wizard with this money, don't you ever get it backwards
I ain't Benjamin or Merlin in the booth
Got a shot like John Wilkes, Larry Bird, or a tiny glass of Bourbon trying to stay away from Bali water
Off like in the desert but I've never played with llamas
Let's just follow off of Dalai, guess I am and I isn't tryna find my peace
Used to bust a lot of skeets inside designer sheets at bitches' houses while they father sleep
Cold up in the winter, show them lobbies how I have them streets
I tried to duck the draft like Cassius Clay
I know niggas with more cases in rotation than a baggage claim
And that's the regular, they got our minds trapped like second cerebellum
Mama birthed a star like she a nebula
I'm never on E cuz I'm full of hot gas
So you can say a nigga floats, they find my pop's helipads
But you can see I got the Ghost, shouts to my brother SP
Thanks for showing me the ropes, never sign this, never choke
And I ain't walk on eggshells and they ain't put me in the yolk
I'm just hopin' life is more than being broke
Came from broken homes and spoken poems, Flex
All I'm seeing is Hell, witness how they quit their dreams
But then they play the lottery 'cause they rather think they lucky than believe in themselves
But not me though, steady for the green like I was Cee Lo
Like opening the bottom lock see niggas with the kilo
And I ain't gonna front like I was flippin', I was broke, nope
A nigga wasn't laced but I ain't trippin', I got hope
See, my poppa died at 86, shit ain't been the same since
Lost my father, home, and sense of God, it's in that lane shift
Got a lot of drive, no pun intended
Through the doubts became the man of the house like pun intended
So we puntin', niggas kickin' it, switch ligaments, fists hittin' wit'
Any nigga thinking that Chris is impotent
I goes hard, harder than life
Harder than all you have from your pops is jewelry they pawn in the ice
To keep on the lights, I'd rather be at dark with the mice
With sentimental value, but Pops loved the old hood
So never left the old avenue where niggas would chain snatch you, yeah
Thanks Pops, had three home invasions
Ain't sayin' this sarcastic, I needed the motivation
Needed to know that hatred is thriving in every heart, even niggas that hope you make it
Frammer friends want to use it and haters they want to take it
And I learnt that shit
And I stepped in empty booths and I burnt that shit
Looked at all my empty tables and I turnt that shit
All upon these turntables, gettin turnt, that's lit
Who up first? That's Chris
I've been battling, holding empty stomachs like I'm grappling abdomens so we strapped again
Ready to ride like niggas was shattered and unraveling
See, Mama getting paddlings when I was half potent that they went
Barely a floatplane for paddlings
Crack crackling, strap handling, cash handling instant rap mastering ASAP head man
Acronym struggle for status in a country where the people who want to traffic to Africans
Masters gettin' mad again
But when it's time to act they be switching acting like mannequins
They releasin' pathogens but fuck it, on my path again
Chump change done turn a chump to champion
A miracle, you doubt it, I've been certified by Vatican's Lord
I've been the one since day uno
I knocked it out the park, ain't got balls like Babe Ruth though
From torture to tours while I slay Culo
So out of this world, I landed on Mars and slayed Bruno
Like get it, straight kudos
Crash land planning, Chris was born ready to die
So have at it, do on my exit status in rap's basket
I never half assed a half man half dragon to the last man standing
Lord, it's Rivers