Axel Leon | Funk Flex | #Freestyle029

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[Verse] Look, New York get the bloody money No consignment, I refuse to give these dummies money Lock him in a bathroom like he tryna fuck with Sonny's money I have 'em mourning and I ain't talkin' when the sun is sunny That's why I don't be buddy buddy You gullible, I'm gully, you leave here with a bloody skully Me studied Math For Buddies? No honey I studied cuddies All the customers in the belly of the beast tummy tummy BX where I grew up they go peanut, they fuckin' nutty Niggas say I'm the best, bitches say that I'm fuckin' ugly Just say it with your chest (Aha) Look you found the best, you found 'em, Flex I don't want you to drop a bomb, I need my own fuckin' sound effect Tracfone like I sent Bobby Brown a text Blood and weed butter done make the brownie tech Sure it perfect, I swear that I ain't have my brownies yet I'm high, low in my Yankee New Era Like if boom bap don't come back, I'ma spank the new era I'm New York like Timberland and a Yankee blue leather Adaptive fan is hot, I have my own, I don't shake hands with whoever (Flex) Why, we'd rather live high here They ain't cum, they don't come, or they don't live by here My niggas told me that they proud of me, they seen me in the building Stand up, dandruff, the way I'm inside here They hear my voice and tell me that I do something, it's goosebumping I sip a bottle of Goose in a bubble goose bumpin' BI finger popping my model friend and her loose cousin Looked at my watch, it was 12:12 like two dozen I'm trying to fuck before 12:30 to make some shit up Like I think I we gonna need some help early and do nothing Sure I just wanted to screw something Honestly I probably wouldn't sleep around two something Go to sleep and dream, no interruption, snooze button Print out the end Block Both sides of the block then block this So blacks never caught block, don't know what writer's block is Black 'em, I don't want to talk unless the block trust them Blakka, don't get shot like a movie, blockbuster Up next, stack your bread right 'cause I'm 'bout to make it Hard to get a ticket like Funkmaster Flex night Tap the wall when I was pissy drunk, crack the headlights I was drunk bumpin' ooh like ooh, shot the red lights (Mmmph!) Run into hell I got my head right Last show I got this glow, that's the egg whites The rest of it is talent imagine that pencil lead writes They said what I said before, it don't matter, it wasn't said right I ain't on your top list, you like "What you said right?" When you begin to answer I'm on you, get what you said right They like "Hey, I don't got that pretty look like a rapper" Don't got that rapper look but when I rap I look like a rapper Young Hugo super fresh, I don't be looking like rappers It look like I'm wrapping kilos laughing "Look at you rappers, you broke" I take Rosé but the ACE is cooler Neck on cooler courtesy of Ace the jeweler Got a handful of aces nigga place your bet This hip-hop class I ain't passed, I aced the test I never had a check at CHASE, so I chased the check You can have anything as long as you chase it, check I got a bucket list, don't fuck with no one basic, check Fuck eight bitches and cum on all they faces, check Fuck twin sisters all through my mama's basement, check Four naked Asians with zero limitations next I come from the era you never had to lie to be cool Y'all don't feel a nigga, then fuck, you don't gotta be cool We get at it, we give it up, that's how it gotta be You niggas don't even know the half, it sad, you gotta be schooled My era kept the block hot forever, not the eighties Twenty years after the pop-blockin' era there's nothing like today Niggas run around in dresses We war veterans, my era got Pac shot, whatever You can hear more Biggy Glorifying violence, I'm just saying we was tougher, we was top notch whoever That beat made it this song, OGs heard it to put they kids on Nas did Ether and Jigga flipped on Take over, he took over, kept makin' big songs LL flamed this cannabis, Canibus was the shit dollar Shady was crazy, he will fly kick a sick dog and rip all rap niggas to pieces when he was pissed off My era, I'm talking G-Unit, not Kris Kross hustlin' any day I bagged up to Rick Ross "Everyday I'm hustlin'" Yeah, my era Cool, you win your prizes, you could buy like five sweaters Iceberg Snoopy on my chest with the fly leather Avirex, Nocona and 'Lay Caulkin nine letters I'm feeling too alive, I don't feel I'ma die ever The motion on songs, the return, I'mma cry cheddar Had Tyga in BX for a month I brought Katy Perry to the Bronx I had French Montana in my momma crib rapping in my room I roll the blunts When he pulled up, he brought the weed We was laughing at the seeds 'cause it was trash anywhere Yeah I had it from the jump Yup, how you think I knew these niggas before We wanted the same thing, I knew them when these niggas was poor I mean they had some but they ain't kickin' the door They showed me it was possible when you do what you got to do I'm going hard as ever, you want some verses, I got a few Say them first and say them backwards, do the impossible Impossible, do did backwards, then say them First, them say you get it nigga don't play him A nigga rap verses around these rappers It hurts to see all this happen like "Where is the competition?" With this kid, I heard he's blackin' Kid I don't know what I'm sayin' Just bringin' my faster than him And the audience gettin' roasted by Bernie Mac and that white nigga from Get Him to the Greek Ever heard his accent? I'm just a kid from New York with a burning passion to make more in a day than my baby mama and her taxes, yearly If I keep going hard, it will happen, clearly Tri-state and all the other forty nine states Hear me, when you see me, get at me Pull up, say what's up All my real niggas that be listening to me bagging weed These niggas ain't ready Flex voice exactly