Ms. Hustle | Funk Flex | #Freestyle058

[Verse]
Hold on, needed a minute just to flex though
Motherfuckers said I wouldn't make it up to the Flex show
I been trainin' bitches since I been ridin' on metro
The game was and still mine just like a klepto (Ahh!)
Oh, let's do it, I'm feeling like I'm the old rocker
These niggas pullin' a trick, I call them globetrotters
If the bread done mix then I stove top 'em
Won't have trouble shooting as long as my MAC I load proper
I remember falling off I had to prove that
Now they want to hang on our necks like where the noose at
Bring it to my past and my crib I thought I'd lose that
But I ain't need a bitch I'm just stealin' to get my jewels back
Fucked up, I seen the hurt in my dad eyes
Couldn't trust a soul, he started giving me bad vibes
Now they gotta pay for my drive just like a cab ride
Get ugly if I snap, like yeah, picture my bad side
Tried to get ahead, they were still on low blows
Waiting on her name, but I won't give her no chromo
Reading off their jack, nah, I don't condone those
I wasn't thinking ET bitch, I left my phone home
I won't call you, I was trying to get a line in
All them hoes taught me to skate when I was grinding
No Jack Nicholson baby, it's just the timing
Now they gotta answer the door with all the shining
Kill battle rap when they was praying I failed
Now it's like peer pressure the way they taking a L
Record sales in the charts, I'ma take it as well
Aaron Hernandez, I know I'll hang in a cell
Said you thought you was fuckin' with me, what your fans on?
It's like I gave them the print, shit I was hands on
I'm on his album, go ask Cam'ron
I keep a wavy line on the side like I got my vans on
You never asked for shit knowing they had their cake up
I had the watch, I couldn't afford the Jacob
I was brushing off my mat while they was brushing on makeup
Said I cried about being broke, they was crying about break ups
Problems but a bitch ain't one, yeah, hold steady
Touch me, it's St. Nick, baby don't hold presents
Now it's all on me, get drinks for the whole section
The way I blew up on 'em, she called me to know it's never
When they speakin' on the best, shit, I deserve respect
Death said you nice, but nah, I ain't heard it yet
Waiting on a window open like trying to surf the net
You heard it right? I'm verified like bitch I earned the check
Street stuntin', you know like Slay did it
Our direction ain't the same, on street shit way different
Told me to rap go ahead and debate with it
But bitch when you dope you ain't gotta go eight minutes
Like, oh man, these niggas is so pathetic
What's in my jeans? It gotta be from Jeanette
She'll be sick if I peel, they gotta call up the medics
I'm ahead with the green, I remember when they ain't let us
Oh, that's really keeping the stack now
Now they got a way with their gimmicks and funny rap styles
For years, I'm second, I played the background
I'm on flex you bitches gon' have to rap now
Yeah!