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Funk Flex Freestyle #017
What we doing, Flex? They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017 I
mean, why not? Dreamchasers in the
building, you know what it is Philly, New York City, what's up? All my NY niggas, what's up? The
mafia, ha, let's get it Mixed the
Balmain with the
Bape shit I've been going ape shit Finna go banana like the K
clip Niggas talk about me they see me and never say shit Keep them suckers dipping and dodging like it's The
Matrix Heart full of hatred, show it on the
Internet Weirdo niggas in my comments, but we ain't into that We was in there making it double and tryna get it back Bust a
thousand traps all in it and take that rental back Couple hundred, tint it black, tryna make a
mil in I'mma let 'em shuffle when I
cut it, got to deal with it When I
go it, put my homies on like a
real nigga And they all still with us Seen too many trill niggas fall to let you bitch niggas beat me 'Fore I
take a
loss they gon' have to RIP me But that'll never happen take this war shit deeply My young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me They like, "Meek Milly, won't you spit that crack again?" Fake niggas up three, bring us back again Riding down Broad Street, I'm in the
Bach again I
bully niggas I'm like Mac again, Philly Money can't make me, suckers can't break me Back to back Jasper, I'm still getting eighty Just to walk through and have them hoes going crazy All this cash money got me stunting like I'm Baby Posted up with Nicki, that's when it get tricky Niggas in their feelings, that's when it get Drizzy Speaking on the
Chasers, definitely get busy We get money stay a
hundred we don't never keep it 50 And we don't consign no rats over here my G
On scopes on them straps over here my G
Lot of security with badges over there I
see You brought the
law with you I
brought them hittas with me It ain't a
nigga that I
met I
though was realer than me I'm 'bout to take 'em 4th quarter I
can feel it in me Catch 'em on the
inbound, watching for the
shot clock 5-4-3-2-1 pull up for the
jumpshot, swish nigga We used to play Sega Now its Glock 40 with the
red lasers Niggas want to kill us but they can't fade us Play them corners we trapping watch for the
damn neighbors Call the
cops on us and we had them Glocks on us Pocket full of rocks on us they was sending SWAT for us Super predators is what they said of us Watching bodies on the
regular it was regular Said it made us cold but really that shit affected us Fell in love hoes they the
only one that accepted us White folks was prejudiced so the
foreigns all black We done turned nothing into something what you call that Eighteen caught my first case had to fall back Ten years of probation prolly set us all back Started public housing, now we Kings Grandma and momma we called 'em queens Chasing that money and chasing dreams Swerving out perople cause they was fiends On the
North side of Philly where niggas'll serve they mommas And go spend that money they made on designer They say I'm still stuck in my ways and to be honest I
prolly am, sorry Your Honor I
was made like this, I
was raised like this Selling coke to get a
mil I
was paid like this New York City what we doing Flex I'm from a
hood of broken dreams Shots firing yellow tape on the
scene As spooky as Halloween Go to school what do you mean? When your momma a
fiend but your lil' sister a
queen And the
fridge so empty its hurting your self esteem Now to get out on the
corner and get it by any means How the
judge gon' judge us when this is all that we seen This is all that we know, eviction note at the
door So we pray like, we gon' get to eat one day I
promise we gon' beat them streets one day Running living reckless knowing we gon' live at peace one day I'm thinking should I
get to sleep some day Cause I've been up all night chasing this cake to feed my momma and them Summertime you hear them sirens again They said that boy won't make it you hear them screams momma crying again We had to kill and get as violent as them, we tryna live My young bull she was supposed to go to the
league Started popping on the
P's runing around with the
fleas All them As and them Bs start to turn into Cs Go from crossing niggas over into running form Ds Fore you know it coppers pointing at you telling you freeze And you can't afford a
lawyer so they telling you plea Man this shit worst than cancer like a
fucking disease Living this nightmare they telling us dream Look what they did to Martin Luther bullet holes in our Kings And they wonder why we never believe And they wonder why would leave nigga we poor Young niggas worrying about that corner store but the
chinks on that And you claiming that's your block who you think own that Quicksand in the
hood and we gon' sink on that You should think on thatYou should think on that Poison water out in Flint they let them little babies drink on that They don't care about us New York City DC4 on the
motherfucking way You already know what it is We only doing it strictly for the
streets We ain't doing it for the
internet Strictly inspiration for the
streets Motivation for my young niggas behind them wall My young niggas stuck in the
trenches You know what it is New York City like my second home nigga Views from the
trap nigga I'm back nigga with two nines Warren Sapp nigga The
crack dealers was new slaves I
toot Tre's Jordan with the
mic making dues fade I
do says Sipping on that shit like its Kool-Aid Rollie with the
blue face, diamonds clear as blu ray Suckers all in they new ways, different chapter a
new page You fake if you don't speak to me Real soon as you wave I
get it Favorite singer, favorite rapper, I
hit it I'm with it Try to tell me I'm losing and niggas winning They want to see me on the
yacht, no They want to see me in the
drop, no Coming down Collins with my young niggas wilding on the
bike Vroom, vroom 12 o' clock, woah Hear no evil I
don't see no evil Pocket full of dead presidents them C
note people WE though you was flaming hot why you cheat those people You fraud niggas we don't believe those people I
need a
witness Now back to them trenches, we trap on them benches With macs with extensions, this Shawshank Redeption Lock my body up but my soul free Niggas do not know me so how could they appose me Kill 'em with success they gon' kill me with emojis Kill me with a
meme you nigga couldn't expose me Did I
fuck his bitch? Maybe it was the
'gram Hurting these niggas hearts I
really can't understand I
started off with a
dollar, turned it into a
grand Flipped it to a
milli, I'm still repping my city I
pull up popping a
wheelie Bending corners on coppers Toting choppers and whiping the
work up like Betty Crocker Money, power, the
crab in the
barrel no getting out it What I
told 'em but I'm in Miami eating on lobster Bad bitches I
bag bitches that bag bitches They mad niggas they only hate I
get the
cash quicker Savages that blast with us I
past niggas I
lap niggas I
bend the
corner I
ride past niggas I
know how that money feel Delaware State landing chopper son the
fucking field My life so fucking real I
don't ever go to sleep cause I'm trying to see a
hundred mil That automatic, automatically on me I
automatically clap suckers for running on me And automatically slap suckers and fuck up their homies Finna fuck up that money you think it did something to me I
do thing, new thing I'm getting blue cheese, no hot wings I
really cop things, new Vs and hard top And y'all niggas had hoop dreams was hard rock And serving samples to the
new fiends woah
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