CyHi The Prynce | Funk Flex | #Freestyle084

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[Intro] Goddamn right… Alright… Ok… Flex, ain't no need to uh… Hold on.. Gotta get in the spirit Y'all ready? [Verse] Yo, hold on Flex Ain't no need to juice 'em Everybody know it's Bishop, yeain't gotta introduce him Flow harder still I'm just waitin on you to cue 'em To drop a bomb like a hoodlum in Jerusalem 'fo I lose 'em Shit it started getting gruesome once I grew some It really was a art the way we drew guns Got a tool from this dude around the corner Told the bully don't make me dump this tray like my school lunch Cause I heard when you see me you gon do sumthin' Lame ass nigga prolly never had a twosome Fuck prison, did jail for like a cool month The first suits we bought was for court, we ain't do prom Atlanta where I flew from Started with a few songs Two thumbs up everytime I spit a new Psalms Now my resolution is revolution Cause bullets go further than Jim Gung can shoot a nuke from Flow like Poseidon they so excited when Zeus come Rappers bite it like Trident I never chew gum Pen my own shit, I don't need no help to write it Just know I deliver like Hepatitis C Flow is so righteous when God calls me home I bet satan gon be hatin it, hell will have a riot The way I tell a vision you gon have to televise it I was part of several heistses wiping white, Vanilla Ice it At the Hyatt counting money hella quiet Hustler losing weight, I don't know a better diet Burning gas in the hybrid, send a bag overnight it I was toting pistols way before I had a license Overthrow the slave ship, nigga I'm a pirate Even David had Goliath Slay the giant, my people stay defiant Cause this is our land and, we was never Irish I'm so loyal I could never have a side bitch Talking outta turn, I can tell you a dry snitch So pay homage to your highness Cause if we speaking in general, nigga you just a Private A cadet, risk your life for Pateks Do anything for your boys but show your wife no respect The last nigga who ran off twice on my connect They ain't even kill him, they just sliced off his legs Ugh! Flow grosser than our net If this was '95 you woulda bought it on cassette So be careful who you call your connect huh Cause these niggas cutthroat it ain't gotta be Gillette So shorty call your roll and quiet on the set Cause my crew'll come thru and shoot a pilot on your steps Hold on… Had to take a moment of silence for myself now… Back to the double entendres Got so many punches knock a brutha unconscious Couple blond Sandras in pajamas going bonkers If she fuck me good I pour some provolone on ya Get me hard as silver Imma have to long john ya Got it locked from Dullesville all the way to Conyers And I put that on my cousin aunt Tonya Yeah, hold on, ha I been brainwashed I wrote my raps in cocaine spots My time in the streets was so real I can't even name drop Birds of a feather, I'm still with the same flock That's prolly why I ain't popped How can you blame cops Got fifty rounds in the same Glocks That they got and these modified rifles ain't stock Cause all my niggas bear arms like a tank top The barrel on the 12-gauge look like a tank top Thank God I made it out it feel like dodging rain drops These hoes is too expensive, I'm still fucking the same thots I stay away from these Hollywood bitches Cause if Chyna rob me I'm killing everybody in Shanghai Got it for the low man, everything thai My OG's got more rank that Frank got The coke was from Columbia and the heroin came from Bangkok When it's hot, it look like a glass of plain scotch Dang Cy, what you got to complain 'bout Shit I'd rather slang pot for what I ain't got These niggas rather sit at home and watch paint dry And the peace of mind is the only thing I can't buy Ha! Wise words from my intuition I grind for it, I never been into ish here Schooling rappers, y'all should be paying me in tuition Don't forget who put you in position They said I couldn't bring a gun to New York So I got a used one from this Queens cat, he said it's in mint condition huh But I doubt if it's any friction Cause if it this I gotta draw like a split decision Nigga listen This the closest shit to "It Was Written" That shit you spitting is fiction, I'm just reminiscing huh How can your favorite rapper be a liar Have they ever thought about when they see Messiah And They ask 'em bout all them lies they be tellin in they raps I wonder will he send them to the sea of fire Cause the truth is what we admire This that shit that turn Jesus to a freedom fighter Huh Lord Niermeyer in my street attire Huh I'm fucking with y'all Let's get it…