Millyz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle049

[Verse]
My city get cold, even in the middle of summer
I sit and I wonder 'bout how we let the bullshit become us
Cuz I lost a lot of guys on the come up
Used to plot on a Hummer but now the state pen's providing its number
I got four brothers booked, this isn't a movie
I swim in jacuzzies with women that's considered as groupies
Spark a stogie and I listen to Boosie
Sippin' this D'usse before I starve, rather fill up an Uzi
I live with a plan so I ain't doin' shit for the gram
Cuz hoes will fuck the lead singer just to get to the bands
But I'm in and out the country, taking flicks with the fans
Gat the first thing smoking if this shit hit the fan
Off of the Henny how my day go
Out in San Diego on my eighth show
Shit I be on the road 'til like April
On the phone with Rachel texting back with eight hoes
Sex in every second, she gon' bust it when I say so
And I ain't even into that but I'mma make her bend it back
Pimping never hit the track but bitches really send me racks
Guess it's how a sinner act
Movie time, Cinemax
Haters got to live with that, I really get it in with rap
And Flex, they don't know my expenses
Loyalty is free but lawyer fees get expensive
Judging my behavior, it been clearly reprehensive
And everyone around me got a record that extensive
And everyone around me had to get it out the trenches
Like before Major League I had to get it on the benches
Caught my first quarter then I went and served my six man
Big grams, turn my little haters into big fans
You now rockin' with the best to do it
I make a deaf man invest in music, the vibration is real
Pray for bro, he on the second appeal
He like Millyz make that music, did it give him the chill
So Flex, I got to take it bigger than skills
I got to tell you how the homie got addicted to pills
And he been trying to get clean but it be getting him ill
Them Xanny bars got him living in invisible jail, ill
That's how it go up in Mass
Before they get to grow up in Mass
How do we kill 'em? Blow up in mass
I said...
Cut the hair on my head, the homie's chrome
Something's wrong, something knocked the cranberry out your whole muffin
Shout out to the strippers on the pole hustling
Don't ever let 'em take you out your zone
Fuck 'em cuz they gon' judge you like they judge me
Right now, these weirdos in the comments saying "Fuck me!"
But they don't know the risks I had to take, shit, it was just me
Back against the wall, I couldn't even pay the bus fee
Yeah, my life a movie, it's a must see
Three years ago, I woke up and I said "Fuck sleep!"
I'ma go and get it, put distractions aside
I crashed on the road in life and hopped back in the ride (Flex!)
I been doubted, hated, and flexed on
But I kept my head high, expecting to flex bones
I'ma make it happy for the time that I stress moms
I'm the one that big money need to invest on
Devil on my heels but I run with God
I made it out of Sped School screaming "Fuck the odds!"
Paid lawyer with me, he like "Fuck the charge!"
Bullets had to duck and dodge, now we thinkin' custom cars
I learned a lot from friends bein' disloyal
Put my grind in a pot and watch the shit boil
I got it on my own, I ain't got shit for you
California recreation. smokin' on this meditation
I used to pop downers, now it's elevation
Levitation, thirty thousand feet up in a different nation
I still be tryin' to re-up while my bitch complainin'
But if rap gettin' slow, I've gotta hit the pavement
Still I take a double shot of Remy straight
It's rare to meet a real one but there's plenty fake
My little brother trappin' out of several states
So if I touch first, I sneak 'em over Heaven's gates
Cuz I know that God fucks with me
A lot of hustle, it was never luck with me
A couple people stopped believing, should've stuck with me
Over black everywhere, day ones in the truck with me fuck with me
Flex, I'm really on my glow up
Side chick out in DR, titties getting sewn up
Sippin' lean with Fat Trel, raise the Styrofoam cups
Thought that we would fold up cuz you don't really know us
My brodie got a life sentence, took it like a man
The judge told him "Stand for it", he ain't even stand
Pussy rappers hatin' on me, subbing on the Gram
But I don't rap with suckers though, they couldn't understand
I said some shit like... (He's too good.)
Brodie got it on him and it's evident
His gun big as an elephant and Trump is now my president
Play the music in the club, it get him extra hype
We send a stripper to the pole like election night
My only goal is make a million off it
Try to do it while Obama's still in office
Lookin' like I'm falling six figures short
So I got to take my hustle to a different court
Started in the Pee Wees made it to the D League
Vacuum seal pounds in the trunk and still I free breeze
Oops I mean Febreze, pop them blueys like a leave
Tryna shine overseas like Shyne in Belize, right