DNA (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle074

[Verse]
R.I.P P, one of the greatest that there'll ever be
On my Queens shit, I rep it 'til the death of me
Pour some liquor out, I took a shot of Hennessy
They disfaced the mural but can't take away a legacy
See I'm back with the bars, I'm on my shit today
A quiet storm so the shook ones won't get away
I'm still shinin' while I'm riding in a Civic
The weak ones will die, this survival of the fittest
An opportunist, I'm obsolete and I'm optimistic
So just give up the goods or you got it twisted
See they snitching, who they tell on first?
He's doing better up in heaven 'cause it's hell on earth
New York City, we never gettin' sleep
Got to eat, must compete, this the belly of the beast
Cannot preach, I been ready, Makaveli in these streets
With a Ruger, Martin Luther, I'm forever with the peace
For the record, I'm a legend, sing when peasants get to speak
Machete like Jason or Desi with the heat
Get the power like Tommy and end up like a beast
To hide and watch your sister die and end up like Tariq
Be a ghost from the chopper, came into the mobsters
No lawyer, you're sleeping with a bald head Tasha
I stop ya by any means I'ma prosper
I got to take a final recording like I'm Proctor
Now they see I'm flowing with the swag
Let your man act up then he going in the bag
Then your homie get the tag
It ain't a trade with Kyrie when I say a Thomas going to the Cavs
If you ain't about shit, you should stay silent
Keep your fake hand waves out my face smiling
I go to sleep with my ratchet 'cause niggas stay wilding
I keep the pops on a cover like Drake album
It ain't an issue if I diss you then it's on sight
Fuck waiting if he hating that's a small price
I be moving like Drizzy and y'all type
I mean it's cute but these views get me more life
Now I'm feeling myself, come and take a whiff
If I ain't in your top five, then I hate the list
He's a for meanest bars, make 'em sick
You breathing hard, if you see a star, make a wish
If boilers need loyalty, not a thing exists
Royalty golden toilet paper when I take a shit
Looking forward to the meal like my favorite dish
Shooters in the Uber but mine can't wait to Lyft
Protect ya neck, the TEC is very lethal
Perhaps the strap, the MAC, it ain't next to Seagal
The gat, it clack, it off like the death was legal
Check 'em with the weapon, oppress 'em with the Desert Eagle
Nowadays niggas don't know who they're rhyming with
Sleeping with the enemy into outline 'em quick
If I can't beat the game then I find the glitch
Quarterback with the Eagle, think I'm Michael Vick
Got every type of clip when we fire sticks
Blocked call only chance that anonymous
If I'm looking for your squad and I find your clique
Have your family plane missing with this iron fist
I grew up on mixtapes and throwbacks
And when my niggas had the hammer, wouldn't show that
The new generation, they don't know that
So they taking picks of little Uzi's on they Kodak
The Instagram livin' just to solve beef
But wouldn't reach for our arms in arm's reach
They told a bunch of lies how they palm heat
Well I'm America's nightmare I'm Mobb Deep
I'm asleep 'cause ain't nobody seeing me
You ain't go on Funk Flex or on BET
And you ain't DMX or DMC
You just having PMS, make 'em bleed and dream
I'm watching TBS and TNT
All them DWIs love the DMV
Go and play with my life, you'll be EMD
'Cause after EMS, then it's EMT
And you can feed the breasts but can't eat with me
I get 'em drugged, CVS or GNC
He used to push the CLS, now he in a Jeep
And he used to see them checks, now it's EBT
I mean you broke, ask so many when you sell
It's never been a joke when they slam you in a cell
You claim you getting money but you can't be doing well
How you supposed to ball brother when your family's full of L's?
LiAngelo, LaMelo, Lonzo, Lavar
I crack heads Bobby and Whitney Lamar
I plan it like Saturn, Venus, Mars
Y'all Kit Kats, skip that, I'm back to them bars
Shit all these niggas fronting like they did something
Then you check they resume, they never did nothing
I'm in his crib, shot his girl, had the kids jumping
Shit we even did the super bad, McLovin
Five rings, spur of the moment, Tim Duncan
Think it was sad to hear resexing, I ain't rebutting
Jay and Beyonce a couple that will spit something
Nose in the carter, let you know the twins coming
Shit, if we ever beefin' stay out harm's way
Find out where his mom stay, catch her and his padre
Catch him in the studio, hope y'all pray, our arms spray
Clip will be over the booth, that's Deandre
Plans getting switched, now your fans getting pissed
You alright, but when I spit, I'm the man of this shit
You claim you have some drugs moving grams of the piff
Charles Oakley, you only got a band from the Knicks