Rain910 | Funk Flex | #Freestyle032

[Intro]
Yo what's up?
S-Double M, you heard?
The whole BS
Check

[Verse]
Carefully caught
We takin' off on flat for the cops
You asked for this
Stop acting like you don't know me
The Youngest OG was four feet sellin' OZs in front of the police
Take your seat, all in attendance
Will you raise your cup in remembrance?
Ah, me in the trenches, ah
Not pretentious but respect his entrance
As he rips his dope money and rids all his friendships
Still in the midst of the action
You picked the wrong miss, she'll be your biggest distraction
Trappin' in the vans taught me to get it in fashion
With a cinnamon actress, this feeling's relaxing
Quarter water babies was ignoring every order
Mix the yola with the soda and water and let it rock
I was door to door with orders and coke that came from the border
So before Trump put the wall up, I'm snatchin' up every block, nigga
Bang out even if your target is the cops
Let it ring out, take his badge from him when he dropped, y'all played out
I'm the only nigga you should watch
Money, power, respect, missing member of The LOX
My core audience is drug dealers and bad bitches
That caused all of this, reason we can't call it quits
They get rich listening to Rain
Shit, sold a hundred grams and got out they mama's basement
I trap wiser and hate rap liars
Nigga, put a hit on me and it backfire
Flatline you, hot nigga, cats flying
Like my shmurder game, damn I'm back riding (Wire)
Deeper than Deepak Chopra, won't see the body drop
But hear the shots 16 blocks over
Look he's not Tony, he's not Sosa
Damn sure ain't brain, nigga
We not close to the same caliber
Listen, I'm on an island
Calendar flippin', missin' months
You win that slow flow trap with your niggas spittin' blunts
That bitch you in love with, I hit it once and then they get a lunch
Ferragamo boat shoes, I'm feeling so cool
Cuz bag Nikki in the club in Philly with no jewels
I came in the game understanding there's no rules
Ain't trying to make no friends, so beat it with your views
No shots, I'm just here making history
If I'ma throw a shot, I'ma do it literally
Leave your brains in your pasta, the Big Punisher
That's how you leave him dead in the middle of Little Italy
Riddle me, guess who's better than little me?
Not hospitable, smit on you while you in the hospital sleep
Them shots send them deep, I'm repping for something big
I'm feeling like little Caes' with little room to breathe
My juniors in the mafia, them kids got to eat
Took over your block, now your kids got a street
For the past few months, I done been out of reach
My little homie so half a brick the police
Pictures send to Carl, I want him right beside me
Left with nothing, gonna find something that defines me
My girl said she want a family like the Cosbys
But she wasn't clear and me I wasn't there
I'm real for it, they say I'm real for it
Plug pointing me to the money, I steer towards it
Still pay my dead homie's phone bill for him
Just stay here, I'm on the voicemail, I still call it
Dreamers, never let the money come between us
Weed by the pound, lean by the liters
Misguided by our leaders
Either you gon' get some money or be laughed at
In them old shell torn Adidas
I pick the road less traveled
Gun smoke flyin' out the barrel as we battle for this avenue
Feds came and I wasn't rattled
No one in my fashion to tattle
Go ahead and swing your gavel
Young Trayvon mixed with Avon Barksdale
Gon' start a revolution but still in the cartel
I'm getting money, my cartels
My niggas hatin', wish you all well