DNA (2017) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle074

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[Verse] R.I.P P, one of the greatest that there'll ever be On my Queens shit, I rep it 'til the death of me Pour some liquor out, I took a shot of Hennessy They disfaced the mural but can't take away a legacy See I'm back with the bars, I'm on my shit today A quiet storm so the shook ones won't get away I'm still shinin' while I'm riding in a Civic The weak ones will die, this survival of the fittest An opportunist, I'm obsolete and I'm optimistic So just give up the goods or you got it twisted See they snitching, who they tell on first? He's doing better up in heaven 'cause it's hell on earth New York City, we never gettin' sleep Got to eat, must compete, this the belly of the beast Cannot preach, I been ready, Makaveli in these streets With a Ruger, Martin Luther, I'm forever with the peace For the record, I'm a legend, sing when peasants get to speak Machete like Jason or Desi with the heat Get the power like Tommy and end up like a beast To hide and watch your sister die and end up like Tariq Be a ghost from the chopper, came into the mobsters No lawyer, you're sleeping with a bald head Tasha I stop ya by any means I'ma prosper I got to take a final recording like I'm Proctor Now they see I'm flowing with the swag Let your man act up then he going in the bag Then your homie get the tag It ain't a trade with Kyrie when I say a Thomas going to the Cavs If you ain't about shit, you should stay silent Keep your fake hand waves out my face smiling I go to sleep with my ratchet 'cause niggas stay wilding I keep the pops on a cover like Drake album It ain't an issue if I diss you then it's on sight Fuck waiting if he hating that's a small price I be moving like Drizzy and y'all type I mean it's cute but these views get me more life Now I'm feeling myself, come and take a whiff If I ain't in your top five, then I hate the list He's a for meanest bars, make 'em sick You breathing hard, if you see a star, make a wish If boilers need loyalty, not a thing exists Royalty golden toilet paper when I take a shit Looking forward to the meal like my favorite dish Shooters in the Uber but mine can't wait to Lyft Protect ya neck, the TEC is very lethal Perhaps the strap, the MAC, it ain't next to Seagal The gat, it clack, it off like the death was legal Check 'em with the weapon, oppress 'em with the Desert Eagle Nowadays niggas don't know who they're rhyming with Sleeping with the enemy into outline 'em quick If I can't beat the game then I find the glitch Quarterback with the Eagle, think I'm Michael Vick Got every type of clip when we fire sticks Blocked call only chance that anonymous If I'm looking for your squad and I find your clique Have your family plane missing with this iron fist I grew up on mixtapes and throwbacks And when my niggas had the hammer, wouldn't show that The new generation, they don't know that So they taking picks of little Uzi's on they Kodak The Instagram livin' just to solve beef But wouldn't reach for our arms in arm's reach They told a bunch of lies how they palm heat Well I'm America's nightmare I'm Mobb Deep I'm asleep 'cause ain't nobody seeing me You ain't go on Funk Flex or on BET And you ain't DMX or DMC You just having PMS, make 'em bleed and dream I'm watching TBS and TNT All them DWIs love the DMV Go and play with my life, you'll be EMD 'Cause after EMS, then it's EMT And you can feed the breasts but can't eat with me I get 'em drugged, CVS or GNC He used to push the CLS, now he in a Jeep And he used to see them checks, now it's EBT I mean you broke, ask so many when you sell It's never been a joke when they slam you in a cell You claim you getting money but you can't be doing well How you supposed to ball brother when your family's full of L's? LiAngelo, LaMelo, Lonzo, Lavar I crack heads Bobby and Whitney Lamar I plan it like Saturn, Venus, Mars Y'all Kit Kats, skip that, I'm back to them bars Shit all these niggas fronting like they did something Then you check they resume, they never did nothing I'm in his crib, shot his girl, had the kids jumping Shit we even did the super bad, McLovin Five rings, spur of the moment, Tim Duncan Think it was sad to hear resexing, I ain't rebutting Jay and Beyonce a couple that will spit something Nose in the carter, let you know the twins coming Shit, if we ever beefin' stay out harm's way Find out where his mom stay, catch her and his padre Catch him in the studio, hope y'all pray, our arms spray Clip will be over the booth, that's Deandre Plans getting switched, now your fans getting pissed You alright, but when I spit, I'm the man of this shit You claim you have some drugs moving grams of the piff Charles Oakley, you only got a band from the Knicks