Styles P & Dave East (Part 2) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle112

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[Verse 1: Styles P] Shoutout to P and shoutout to the other P too Rest in peace, I'ma show 'em just how P do Any rapper lookin' for beef, yeah that's P stew Not the supermarket but nah homie that's KeyFood Me, I do sweats and a bubble goose A shit load of weed, I don't fuck with niggas I see through For the twenty one nine, I'm comin' with one nine I'm runnin' the gun line, not runnin' for one time I was on the grind when Pimp and Bun signed Plenty of bright days, duckin' the sunshine If you from the hood you could prob'ly relate Hop a gate, pop a eight, leave a scar on your face I was ignorant, I ain't free the god to be safe Had the European sittin' in the lobby with weight I'm the king of the hard bars like a part of the crates Yeah, I thank God for the change I'm gettin' legal money, thank God for the game I used to keep the pack in the airmax Stand at his block, if he flip, I'ma air that Now what a way to live Our waiter would've died from a gun or a shiv With a grimy nigga sittin' with your kids and your wiz 'Cause you spazzed out, wasn't smart enough to handle biz Just inhale nigga And then exhale nigga I went bricks when the feds copped Nextel nigga I slowed down but you know that I excel nigga Mmm, would you ride for your loved ones? And would you die for your loved one? He be on gram flashin' money, they gon' bug son He gon' rat, can't do the time then the love's done Yeah, I'm just tryin' to school niggas Never tryin' to fool niggas I just used to tool niggas Cool but I'm with the cruel niggas, yeah Ghost nigga [Verse 2: Dave East] I seen rappers turn to strippers once they buzz gone Reminiscin' about the times that they was on Gatorade edition Jordan 1s on Them niggas don't want no drama once the gun's drawn I know niggas'll rob they auntie once the drugs gone You ever seen a crip cry 'cause a blood gone? We pump until the strip dry or the drugs gone Seen a nigga whole life change just makin' one song So I gotta make me a hit I could cop your whole body, I'm 'bout to make me a bitch Knew me my whole life, I could see you hate that I'm rich Told [?] it's static, he replied, talkin' Haitian and shit I'm a demon, where I come from, even angels get hit In the trap with the same shit on, we ain't changin' up shit This kush loud as Ezel screamin', "Smokey takin' a shit!" Don't want to take off that Rollie, them niggas might take your wrist Beloved, bitch