Funk Flex Freestyle #159

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Twenty-two up in that clip, gon' blow 'til I get rid of it
Started, we gon' finish it, I grew up with menaces
Bug up, nigga, what? We get so belligerent
Once I'm charged up, ain't no controlling my adrenaline
Thugging but we broken-hearted, we attack with viciousness
My shooters do no dribbling
Better keep your mouth closed, don't speak about that incident
Bro said 'fore he ever snitch, he wiping out the witnesses
And it's fuck 12, free the gang, bitch, they innocent
Tryna kill something, I put a Glock up on my Christmas list
Fifty rounds on that blick, the drum my favorite instrument
And this shit is life or death, them shooters, they gon' hit or miss
Trapping or we robbing, every day, it was a different risk
New Patek Philippe, fuck your AP, I got the littest wrist
Shitted on me back when I was broke, I got them niggas pissed
Shining, took the spotlight, they wishing that I didn't exist
Sucked the guys up, her throat deep, you gave that bitch a kiss
Hit her with my chains on, she cumming, diamonds glistening
Hope and pray my brothers never switch up for them Benjamins
Balling like a cancer patient, who you know as sick as this?
If it ain't 'bout cash, then them niggas talking gibberish
Not your average rapper, lil' bitch, I'm generous
Uh, R.I.P. my niggas, hope you feeling this
Uh, free all my niggas, hope you feeling this, uh (Woo)
'Member every day up after school, we was block bound
I was on the frontline, just tryna hold the block down
Got too many dead niggas, I can't put my jock down
Let 'em think it's sweet until I'm unleashing them hot rounds
Hot 'nem like a cleaning crew 'cause, bitch, we keep them mops 'round
I don't do the back and forward 'cause, nigga, all the opps clown
Back shot, headshot, 'nother opp dead found
Social beefing on the Internet 'til he get knocked down
Catch him on the outskirts, they hop out, he get shot down
All we know is trauma, bunch of sirens, and Glock sounds
Remember felonies in commissary, I was locked down
Pray for better days, got on my knees, I just dropped down
Don't know why they mad at me, 'cause this is how God planned it
Since birth, I was a shooting star, the trenches where I landed
I got hood magic, turned the trap house to a mansion
All we seen was hypes, now fans in the crowd dancing
Married to the money, bitch, the bag my companion
Ain't no looking back now, we took too many chances
Fighting for they life, my niggas died on that canvas
If you don't know the struggle, you will never understand it, ayy
Uh, if you don't know the struggle, you will never understand it