Anderon .Paak | Funk Flex | #Freestyle122

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[Intro] Check, one, two, mmm Yes Lord [Verse] Goddamnit, I did damage on my last shit Pop champ with some of the greatest in the gambit Pop tags off of debit, in sweatpants and My bucket cap got me looking like Jam Master Jay Big bands, I was throwing up that magic But how I went from getting dances to giving counseling Bitch told me I'm pretty as Zoolander Play the drums better than that Nick Cannon flick And I say There has never been another in hip-hop 'til I came That can spit and play the drum kit At the same, entertain If there was let me know Bitch, I'll wait Is that your chick? Is she a thot? Is that your man? Is he a cop? What's your plan when that capping for the 'gram get you knocked? I could never wish prison, even on my biggest op I just hope you niggas saving, a good lawyer costs a lot I was just sixteen in a F-150 Juice off a new state prop in the rock Look it up, look Where was you the day that Snoop Dogg beat the murder case Hallelujah baby I'm saying any given moment we could lose it, baby I'm just living like the days before the crucifixion And to be honest, after watching R Kelly shit I'm tryna teach my nieces to be celibate and really patient And uh, that's enough, bro Ion want blow I ain't feeling y'all niggas I'm uncomfortable What's killing my nigga That's [?] Ion wanna pull up on no more funerals 'Cause I'm miserable and ain't it some shit When your pockets dumb rich, but it's still a slum village And you look around and everything's changing Well, at least I'm with the niggas that I came with And they wonder why I speak this way And they love me 'cause I got the best teeth in the game And I'm hungry since the day I first leaked in the egg Screaming 'skeet, skeet', I could've been a stain on my mommas jeans I ain't a gang member, but I know Game, nigga My uncle always told me, "Punch 'em in the face quick And don't say shit, 'cause that's for lame niggas But don't forget, you invented your own lane, nigga" I remember nights getting pulled over pigs Bright lights beaming off a hatchback See I got expired tags, license don't exist Tryna keep it cool It's the second day of June, and it's hot enough to fry a catfish Living off [?] With the roaches and the lower income, bread mouldy in the fridge [?] said he's bout to have a baby And two months later I say the same shit Lord knows I love her But he also knows I wasn't really ready but who ever really is? Smartest thing I ever did Take you to the [?], fill out all them documents If it wasn't for my sons I'd prolly be on a long OxyContin binge But then again My dreams been realized, the wings was double fried My green was stuck between the peas and kettle fries I gave up the beef then I gave up the pork then I Garnered a co-sign from one of the goats Come on in, you letting out all the cold air, bro Where you been? I know you ain't forget about ya folk Late again, I may not come when you want But I'm always up on time, so roll up and smoke la la Weed too potent, shit, I had to call momma Tell her how much I love her, cooking them home products When the bills would pile up, cereal with the water If Lord couldn't help us we had Hamburger Helper When you want it done right you gotta get it for yourself, huh?