Lady Luck | Funk Flex | #Freestyle038

[Verse]
Do you really know what pressure is?
When the postman sending parts to your kids
Dark heart, cold world but my heat is wrong
Type of beef make you sleep with your sneakers on
Who the fuck you're sleeping on?
SheGod, aka Queen Kong
Sit 'em down, lift 'em up, this panel's a seesaw
Don't tell me 'bout these broads, they soft
Act crazy, we mentally off, prescriptions and all (Dog!)
Too many haters trying to holla back
Been at the bottom for forever, that's a well known fact
Light skin, pretty face with a baseball cap
But shit could flip and get uglier than Kodak Black
Let a bitch play me, I could never Kodak that
I'm Keisha from New Jack, rock-a-bye all that (Blaat!)
Bars are back, I really rap, that's why Flex called me
Dope since the Reagan era, same shit with Trump in office
The dead walkin', bury me, just ain't close to coffin
Now I'm floorin' something foreign
Dirty mouth, don't need no Orbit
Miss Continental, I turn into an instrumental
Ought to achoo, sneeze, rip your tissue
Official, don't get concerned with little issues
So if you'll simply excuse me, got some paper to attend to
I'm talkin' 5 stars, can't pronounce this on the menu
Rollin' blunts, a loud smell, like omelets on a Hindus
Let me continue, switch the pace, witness the great (Uh!)
Trade my bitch never be all up in some nigga face
Ain't talkin' jean size when I say 40 on the waist
Before TV, they knew me all over the place
Went from basements to Bravo, from basics to models
From catching cases to cases with Magnum gold bottles
Y'all do anything for a like or follow
On the Bible, it feel like God just hit the lotto
Swag drippin' shit, I brag different
Shit charge extra for the sauce like McDonald's
Luck, where you been? they askin' on the block
Front feet lie decayed, yo, these the shoes in the parking lot (Yeah, shoes)
Sell CDs to every d-boy walking out
So when they speak of going hard, I'm the one they talkin' bout
'Member when they laughed at me, wasn't cool to kick it with me
Now they run up with they cameras out, they get a picture with me
Only day one niggas with me
From a different world like Whitley
Lost daughter of Rich Porter, Oprah, and Biggie, yeah
Talk of the city, they don't get busy like I, nah
Killer flow, change my name to Roseanne Barr, hah
No need to cook, I spit that cocaine raw
Shit what happened to the beat