Arsonal (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle054

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​[Verse] Hold up, let me talk my shit Walk my strip Hundred dollars for the valet who parked my whip This presidential, Flex I never took it off my wrist None of them other battle niggas get to talk like this I'm street certified Kick door, burglarize I pull back to shoot The shit ain't never get circumcised I'm still bustin' on em' Shawty touching on em' Tryna work the guys I rob 'em in a Donald Trump mask that's the worst disguise Mariano curving pitches I'm curving bitches The gold diggers know I only like certain pictures Your lil' homie is trynna lie instead of workin witcha I'm from a place Picasso couldn't paint a perfect picture So visualize that, I'm living my raps If you ain't swagger X you ain't never been in my trap You know what happened to the last nigga kicked in my back? That nigga got however many fit in my MAC They like: "How this nigga just a battle rapper but he's so paid?" I shined through the blinds when 'em niggas try to throw shade Ain't never let a nigga sun me in no way on clouds While these niggas in these streets looking both ways I'm fly crippin' I was loc'in in my loc shades have dreads half my life And been a savage since a lil' fade Most my time was in the lab where the dope made One stove, four burners, two bitches both paid I'ma pimp to these bitches trynna act slave I put her on the strip by herself the bitch that brave Couple dollars have her sucking dick backstage These bitches really hustling now cuz ain't no more Backpage Hold up, you better tone it down a bit Cuz where I'm from niggas get drugs over the counter shit Gang banging whole life i've been around this shit Don't get slug trynna pay the plug in some counterfeits Hennessy just sponsored me I'm on my 5th liter She ain't my BM honestly I'ma mistreat her Flex, I don't care about a bitch either She can't fit pills in her pussy then my dick ain't gon fit neither I got Flex lookin at me like this nigga nice After you drop this my feature is a different price Stop comparing me to them i live a different life Got real songs with Snoop So dont ask me what my cripping like Only battle rap on Flex ain't gotta thank Smack I made a name for myself nigga take that They offer many deals I ain't take that And fuck retirement I'm here to bring the game back UDubb we did them URL niggas greasy Hitman vs Suge I got the check easy Tay Roc vs Ars I got the check easy Flex, it can only be one I'm finna tax Beasley Ha! Nigga! I'm laughing to the bank Forty in the kitchen in the cabinet by the sink Bodies stiff sooner than this casket got a plank 9 Tuck stashed it by the shank, nigga This that Frank Lucas Blue Magic in the fiend vein This that shoot an alias to have a clean name I seen fame I rob my dealer when the weed came I can't love a stripper like T-Pain I am something different This labels look at me like if it's something different I won't compromise and sell my soul for one position Maybe we can negotiate after one condition Let me put a condom on my dick and go on fuck the system My inner me is my enemy I feel the energy The remedy a pint of Hennessey is all over You know a snake biggest fear is a lawn mower Everybody think they made a name until I John Doe ya You a cop if a narc recruit ya Uniform they gun you down but in the streets ain't had a heart to shoot ya He keep it non violent by any means My thoughts illusion You gotta be related to Malcom and Martin Luther Hey Flex, my people wanna be led While i'm keeping myself alive by keeping one in the head That double barrel monster I keep it under the bed Everybody finna get fed lead You dead then One hand on my grip One hand on my Johnson I got one bitch out in Jersey One bitch out in Compton Don't put my back against the wall and not give me no option I came to fuck Flex up, nigga Mission accomplished If you eating healthy, family first Long as my people wealthy I'm gon stay alive won't let these streets derail me I'm ventilating to conquer the ones defending Satan See how long it take them to process all of this information I'm in a different lane while all these others niggas racing I'm out here flippin' change while all these other niggas hating But they hide behind a mask so I'ma give em Jason Bars that sever ties I cut deep before full penetration It's all a façade thru the fire I gotta see the real I learned from 50 on how to rob Nah I don't need a deal They trynna lock us for possessing weapons we conceal You rather catch the bullet or throw the bullet? Let's be for real By any means necessary If I need a meal Before my family starves I'll make another nigga eat the steel The streets is real it's survival of the fittest I talk it how I live it cuz I did it Hey Flex, street knowledge is really valuable The hood can only visualize what you're allowing to Certain few are down for you Broke niggas with no account get held accountable Opportunity may not but it sure won't wait around for you Most of us need help don't nobody gotta counsel to you Guilty conscious of how you thinking the world got it out for you How would you feel if I was you? How would you handle power moves? Our moves gotta get executed properly Now are you ready to be yourself for once you coward you? Huh? You think snitching is something I'ma do Well I'm blind to the fact I got a 9 in my lap And we rottin' together trynna find time to chat Thin line between love and hate I find time to rap Because I love what I stand for I just hate where I'm at, nigga The streets raised me I ain't proud of that fact But that's life and that's that Now if we take it back to '99 When I was chillin on the stoop In front my grandma building couple killas on the roof Like Midget in Jersey Drive all they trynna do is shoot Ignore these hood rat hoes all they trynna be is cute Oh yeah we crippin on the east but to the west I salute I started banging round '01 Grape Street with the troops Doggystyle still playing and I sipped the gin and juice Then 13 years later I get introduced to Snoop The big homie took me under and he said king come through Watch out for them snakes I said I seen some too Every homie ain't your homie yeah that means something too Make your enemies hate but make 'em watch your dreams come true That's what I did homie now shout out to my big homies I'm certified and you will never find no shit on me But they don't want me to flashback to 21 no blackjack Gun in my backpack and I always got a SIG on me Bein' G I ain't gotta try They think because I finished college I wasn't that kinda guy I ain't wanna see my momma cry Ever a murder in my hood, my dorm room was my alibi I don't know about a 9 to 5 I rap 5 to 9 Tax Free I'm ducking Uncle Sam and father Tom It was destiny I gotta rhyme I've been at my best since I started I ain't gotta prime I'm thinking dollar signs Arm out the window all kinda of signs If I eat we all eat I'm trynna see my partners shine Lyrically like line for line I turn to another man Shuttin' down projects quick shout out to the mother land I'm 30, 25 thousand in a rubber band And what I keep my 5th for? Bitch I think I'm brother man Get it? Business is you with it? If your lawyer like my lawyer? Get acquitted Fuck opinions Nowadays everybody is a critic nigga EBK mean everybody could get it It's a new year Twenty fourteen wasn't great to me Two weeks before the ball dropped Lil' bro got took away from me Flex, It was the day before my birthday December 15th his passing hurting in the worst way I say it rest in peace trap garbage You know I'm hustlin' with this music Still a trap god, bitch My daughter three now I gotta stack my chips My baby mother ain't no sucker nigga, that's my bitch Bonnie and Clyde type shit plus she match my wits She told me keep them gloves on so they can't snatch my prints Oh this all real shit, I'm just speaking what I feel bitch This just a couple real situations to deal with Berg 490's spaz check kizzle real quick Hov, G Hop, T Rob, I'm naming the real crips GIP Brucey, Snoop, I'll be home in a lil' bit Original island boys that I grew up in the field with Nigga my heart cold as ice I don't feel shit GL know i keep that lil pistol by the killswitch Remember my white Pontiac I was the driver In the chase we gon' zero to a hundred, nigga real quick