PHresher | Funk Flex | #Freestyle023

[Verse]
Niggas I'm the PH man
Homie, don't play that, 'cause y'all niggas straight ass
I ain't no breakfast, so you better break fast
'Cause once I get started, I ain't got no brake pads
I can't stop, stop, drop, and roll 'cause my shit fire
Last year the bar was high but this year I set it a bit higher
Your wack-ass flow expired
I'm inspired to inspire, no less than fifty to inquire
About my whereabouts, fuck what you care about
Act up if I point you or they gon' air you out
You don't really want drama, this ain't acting, no drama
Had your bitch ass in trauma, word to my mamas
Mama, you're my nana on my father's side
History sounds good but you know that it's all a lie
When I pull up niggas be mortified, horrified
They should charge you for all the rides you takin' on niggas, zip
I'm doing bigger shit
Can't use big words 'cause niggas illiterate
Bitch I ain't playing, I'm on some dough get your nigga shit
All these chains I wear, I'm feelin' niggerous, it's ridiculous
Who's hot, who's not?
Who's cold, who's hot?
Who pickin' these niggas? I'm so sick of these niggas
Fuck your title, man, I'm strippin' these niggas
Race past through their lawn, no Scottie Pippen these niggas
What? Nigga I made you, why would I play you?
You was smokin' K2
You was in that video lettin' niggas degrade you
Little air up your ass, I've been a mess since grade school
Faithful to my niggas and I've got a side
Forty acres and a mule if I sign on the dotted line
Matter fact, double back like triple that
You like that thing above where your left nipple at
Pussy how can you play me
Brooklyn love me like Jay Z
Blow cry like the '80s then my PJs raked
I don't play with my money, you retarded and crazy
Writing Goodfellas lately like fuck you pay
Ain't been the same since I lost my brother
Thanks I missed you hard to keep my feelings undercover
Brother from another but even my mother loved you
But it's a motherfucker when I catch you by the... better hide!
You could've took my cat, you took my fuckin' job
Tell 'em when I decide we was gon' hit the mall
Only to Willi boys, nigga, we get it all
Any problems I don't hesitate to get involved
You in a better place, guess you in God's hands
While I'm swingin' through the jungle like Tarzan
Thankful whatever the lord bringeth
Lord hath bring I need more fingers and I tall like Porzingis
You don't dribble the ball at all
You said he fallin' off, might as well call it off, foolio
Two G's got the toolie out so act el stupido
And now I make the call from the studio
I got you now fuck who up next
Centerpiece we got one
Look at me on Funk Flex, haters see it's goin' down
That's why they upset
Wait a minute, was a layup, watch 'em dump next
It was food stamps and EBT
And now it's MTV and BET
I used to pay for mics and my Yeezy's free
So it's CTC or leave me be (Pussy!)