Chris Rivers | Funk Flex | #Freestyle042

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[Verse] Yo, gotta flex on Flex, that's flexception Ain't no misconception, conception's the best weapon 'Cause my popper bust that proceed pause But as I proceed to get these proceeds You realize that I'm a pro, see y'all sleeping Niggas act like I ain't the shit Like we ain't struggle with no heat, waving irons and shit The block was hot, they wanted heat, waving irons and shit Talk with the body, all the beef like low on iron and shit I ain't just eyein' this shit, nigga, I'm grabbin' it It's actual, I'm from New York where they say I'm the best It's factual like dead ass, fam, B, you know this Rep the whole Bronx, was homeless I'm from various avenues, either slang pounds of NBA Shakedowns like everyday, no controversy, niggas really break down with the yay Records say they even catching reckons Yeah, I'm what you niggas reckon like you once you try to resurrect that real shit Fuck's about a deal shit, ain't concerned 'bout what you didn't cater or what you got from dealerships More concerned about who's coming for my spot, I had to deal with it No disrespect to all who sat in the center but I'm better than half of these niggas If I done kill half of these niggas If I done fuck all your bitches only time I'm comin' after these niggas But of course on my coordinates was the corner Get caught up in all this auctioning Back to coppin' quarter waters, niggas gettin' caught again Am I a door, the irony, that dirty money got a nigga whip cleaner than porcelain Wonder what I got more to him, not gangster or a mobster But I done slept on benches with pajamas I done ran home from school and fucked up niggas from my sisters And my momma makin' movies, I ain't even into drama I'm a monster in the making like Freddy and Jason rapin' the exorcist Chick in the basement while Michael Myers is waitin' for tastin' Satan is pacin' under the pavement for placement Patient, reincarnation of greatness Takin' basic statements out of radio stations Sour faces on Flex, like power lip, they suckin' lemons on sets Just know that I represents the next off the X With the brain capacity of Bane's anatomy I laid on tracks like feet of Usain Got true pain and blue flame and crews came My boots aim, no it's Timberland Choppin' niggas down like yelling Timber and Edward Scissorhands, no colonoscopy on Johnny but I've been in debt Ain't waitin' on no taxes, change is waiting on some spiritual Flex No pressure, yeah, just be inspired I'm Chris, done came from laced in designer to layin' in pavements and took that pain and paved an empire Shit is earned like niggas laying in fire This old race should just lie there, our top candidates was racists and liars You better find your passion, passing these half ass and hashtagging niggas that lack action Went from rags to riches to rags, nigga From that nigga wishing he's different to that nigga puttin' in work to just that nigga That's why I rap, rap like rapid fire shotties Rap like Rosses having parties Niggas burn and learn to stay away from pigs like hurtin' Kermits They say I work this vermin, so I got to taste the cheese I'm a wizard with this money, don't you ever get it backwards I ain't Benjamin or Merlin in the booth Got a shot like John Wilkes, Larry Bird, or a tiny glass of Bourbon trying to stay away from Bali water Off like in the desert but I've never played with llamas Let's just follow off of Dalai, guess I am and I isn't tryna find my peace Used to bust a lot of skeets inside designer sheets at bitches' houses while they father sleep Cold up in the winter, show them lobbies how I have them streets I tried to duck the draft like Cassius Clay I know niggas with more cases in rotation than a baggage claim And that's the regular, they got our minds trapped like second cerebellum Mama birthed a star like she a nebula I'm never on E cuz I'm full of hot gas So you can say a nigga floats, they find my pop's helipads But you can see I got the Ghost, shouts to my brother SP Thanks for showing me the ropes, never sign this, never choke And I ain't walk on eggshells and they ain't put me in the yolk I'm just hopin' life is more than being broke Came from broken homes and spoken poems, Flex All I'm seeing is Hell, witness how they quit their dreams But then they play the lottery 'cause they rather think they lucky than believe in themselves But not me though, steady for the green like I was Cee Lo Like opening the bottom lock see niggas with the kilo And I ain't gonna front like I was flippin', I was broke, nope A nigga wasn't laced but I ain't trippin', I got hope See, my poppa died at 86, shit ain't been the same since Lost my father, home, and sense of God, it's in that lane shift Got a lot of drive, no pun intended Through the doubts became the man of the house like pun intended So we puntin', niggas kickin' it, switch ligaments, fists hittin' wit' Any nigga thinking that Chris is impotent I goes hard, harder than life Harder than all you have from your pops is jewelry they pawn in the ice To keep on the lights, I'd rather be at dark with the mice With sentimental value, but Pops loved the old hood So never left the old avenue where niggas would chain snatch you, yeah Thanks Pops, had three home invasions Ain't sayin' this sarcastic, I needed the motivation Needed to know that hatred is thriving in every heart, even niggas that hope you make it Frammer friends want to use it and haters they want to take it And I learnt that shit And I stepped in empty booths and I burnt that shit Looked at all my empty tables and I turnt that shit All upon these turntables, gettin turnt, that's lit Who up first? That's Chris I've been battling, holding empty stomachs like I'm grappling abdomens so we strapped again Ready to ride like niggas was shattered and unraveling See, Mama getting paddlings when I was half potent that they went Barely a floatplane for paddlings Crack crackling, strap handling, cash handling instant rap mastering ASAP head man Acronym struggle for status in a country where the people who want to traffic to Africans Masters gettin' mad again But when it's time to act they be switching acting like mannequins They releasin' pathogens but fuck it, on my path again Chump change done turn a chump to champion A miracle, you doubt it, I've been certified by Vatican's Lord I've been the one since day uno I knocked it out the park, ain't got balls like Babe Ruth though From torture to tours while I slay Culo So out of this world, I landed on Mars and slayed Bruno Like get it, straight kudos Crash land planning, Chris was born ready to die So have at it, do on my exit status in rap's basket I never half assed a half man half dragon to the last man standing Lord, it's Rivers