Safaree | Funk Flex | #Freestyle078

[Verse 1]
Look telll me why they all surprised that I got lines
Take my picture every time I hit the stop sign
You a moody bitch, you must be the Sag sign
And like a homeless nigga I will never drop dimes
See they got my flow, need 'em to run it back
I put the gun to your belly like a stomach tat
Your girl be quick with the balls like a running back
Y'all a group of pussies, Thundercat
You outdated and you rock an Ed Hardy tee
I'm like a butcher with the hands, how I slaughter beef
I peep a lot of bullshit that they hardly see
Some bitches mad that you popped a shot to Cardi B
Your beat stuck like cement in between the bricks
And when they ask who the nicest, I'ma lead the list
Five star where we dine, I don't eat the grits
And like a New Yorker, yeah, I seen all the nicks
I am aiming for the top like a helipad
I'm still relevant so you know they hella mad
Red Ferrari but for now I'm in a yellow Jag
I'm not a bellman but all I do is get the bags
Call a concierge and tell him send a cart up
And like the top of roller coasters, get your heart up
I'm never with the chitter chatter that they're starting up
Somebody go tell Akademiks shut the fuck up
I've been shitting on them now it's time to switch the stall
Shout out Messiah, he the reason I don't hit them all
And once she down on her knees she don't forget the balls
And like an unpaid bill you never get the call
You so trash I'm appalled like my name's Chris
Get it? Chris Paul? Name Chris
I'm a famous nigga looking for a main bitch

[Interlude]
Hold on man this feeling brrr
Funk Flex, hold up, let me change the fur

[Verse 2]
Look, some niggas yelling on the track, that is not rap
You rhyme like a tough guy, you are not that
And like a man with no hands, you will not clap
You not fly, you not a pimp, and you will not slap
These metaphors at your head like a headrest
And they ain't got no heart like a dead chest
I fuck with motorcycles but I'm in the red 'Vette
Real rap still alive, I ain't dead yet
I am out of this world, bitch, 30 Rock
And no I'm never pulling over for a dirty cop
And don't treat me like a foreskin dirty cock
You're a filthy male hen, dirty cock
Like the true yellow line, bitch, I'm in the streets
Stunt man stay hot like I live in heat
You love how I'm in the pocket and I ride the beat
I'm the winner and the sinner that they'll never beat
Half of you haters go ahead and click the link bio
I'm the horizon, niggas surprised they not on trial
I'm disguising fake phones so don't dial
I'm connected, Verizon, call FiOS
You niggas dream about girls that I bone
Fur God got me looking like the fly zone
Now they calling him and wanna be my clone
Quit tapping me I am not an iPhone
I'll go bar to bar like I'm in the pub district
You don't get no bread but you love biscuits
You should be a sub teacher with your sub disses
You are so washed up, bitch, you love dishes
I don't rap about pots or Pyrex
I don't care about thots or my ex
I'm six foot three, I ain't never high yet
I deal with it up front there ain't no side bet
I'm stepping out my neck be looking like the sun set
And sending straight soldiers who ready for the drunk text
You think I'm worried about these bitches or some bum ex?
You think they want to see me shine here with Funk Flex?
Th-This a freestyle but I'm never booked for free
They offer 10K but I never took the fee
I'm me, you're you, him I suck to be
I'm not a fisherman but your girl's hooked to me
I don't do CNN or go state the news
First place in every race, I never wait to lose
I'm full speed with the lines, yeah, I hate to cruise
Like Tom's ex wife I'll be hating Cruise
Get it? Tom Cruise? Kate Cruise?
You got a bunch of niggas waiting for some damn food
I hated school but this feel like this the honor roll
And when it come to the bars, yeah, I'm on a roll
I need a big house pool with the sauna cold
And when we celebrate like we just kicked a soccer goal
Hold on little bitch cuz it's feeling brr
And it's a fox just in case you want to know the fur
And don't she say real words so they blame the slur
You don't have a backbone so you fade to her
I don't ever settle I'm a wannabe more
I'm a killer shit but I'm not from B more
I'm the one and the two and the three four
I had this girl squatting on me like a seesaw
You not a leader not a boss you don't write the check
You want a buddy pass cuz you can't ride the jet
I keep a bad bitch like I'm inside the 'Vette
You always lose against me when you try to bet
I'm not a ghostwriter cuz I'm living in the flesh
I'm schooling 'em, I never give the answers to the test
I'm moonwalking so I guess that he look the best
They need to smile more cuz these haters look depressed
You talking 'bout you want steak, that is Alucard
You taking pictures in a rental, that is not your car
Funk Flex on the side means I'm a star
Like a flak bench all I do is raise the bar
We have different parents, I am not your big bro
I am always in the front like a big toe
All the pros didn't know she was a big ho
I rep Brooklyn, bitch, this that big flow
Strip!