Don Q & A1 | Funk Flex | #Freestyle094

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[Verse 1: Don Q] The grams is back to 40 I think I just might invest Shit, I hope they dont report me, come to trap and I'm obsessed Come for the sack, nigga that's russian roulette You know we come in the rack, yeah My team, they putting up shots But they ain't the ones you wanna contest, yeah My team pulled up to the spot I hear 'em mumbling under they breath, yeah You never witnessed a god, nigga you looking now one in the flesh, yeah My weed man gon' come with the gas in the jar, one it can press, yeah VVS cover the chest, I had to cash out in from of the gat, yeah Ice trail when I skate by, worship my name you get praised high They wanna envision a great guy So both my antennas is raised high All you new niggas is nursing me All you new niggas should worship me And if your mother was ever a smoker then we probably knew that bitch personally Internet niggas be searching me I got 'em wondering how many niggas is under 'em If you've been taking your notes and studying, hopefully you could be one of 'em Won't see me stumbling outta no party I know how to move when they rumblin' When niggas start dumping outside of the party and bodies start dropping and tumbling, uh Manslaughter on the camcorder, gon' tell that hoe I got a plan for her Fly her out then I transport her she get [?] I give her xan water Let it be known that she was my hoe I had to go put a stamp on her Remember we banging was renting apartments now you looking at a land owner Bitch Hold up, nigga Picture perfect watch me paint a perfect picture, uh Program from my direct cause I was a first offender, uh Close my curtains nigga I gotta be low riding This whip i ain't cosigning, uh My bitch in the pole sliding, uh Nah I ain't profiling as long as she bringing then profiles in Yeah, we gotta clean up the ktchen there's residue all on the stove pilling, yeah You know I got evil intentions I'm planning on seeing your soul flyin', yeah It ain't the secret with niggas you hit the city I'm the most finest, yeah Wait, even when I'm in west coast riding get the same love on on both sides and can't even leave with the [?] cause this niggas want see me with full silent Remember back when I was slow griding The money ain't coming so rapidly They rather me broke in the county, instead I'm raising my salary [Beat switch] [Verse 2: A1] Niggas is struggling I get a dollar and double it After the shooting bro I walk away I don't run with it I ain't even getting my bag haven't fumble it Plug new robbers gon' rob him cause he ain't come with it Only with the gold, get the money because I gotta get it Pocket full of cash looking like I wallet in it Look in niggas pockets and niggas ain't have a dollar in it Every trap house, every car got a chopper in it Tired of seeing all of my friends die When the beef get real I swear niggas switch sides I'd seen ball players letting they shit flop And I'd seem scammers get a job when [?] died Ready and prepared for whenever they cross me My dad never brought me shit, fuck what he brought me It's all about how he raised me and what he taught me My mom just lost her mom now I'm mad that she lost me You better get in line, I was on the corner selling dime trying get a dime Life plus 55 years, see that's different time Broke out sentence my nigga held up his chin and cried Know how I feel inside? Make me wanna kill everybody and tell 'em: "Pick a side" Pistol hang down to my knee when I put the clip inside Moving like air force. Pistols come in different size Walking through the airport after I brought a brick inside You trying get money you take risks I be around 'em killers and them niggas don't take pics The plug turned me into the plug by the eight trip Any nigga stood on my corner just gotta pay rent Gotta lotta respect, young nigga got 'em a check And you niggas that go against gon' be starving to death All these chain on my neck gon' be telling I'm blessed Toughest thing I ever did was put my father to rest I'm a man it ain't break me, I'm tryna put my boys in position How can you hate me? My enemies ain't die yet, you better thank me And ain't doing songs with these niggas they gotta pay me How I feel lately? I was born on High Bridge, raised in Courtland Thought I should know that cause I'm telling you to be cautious Love my High Bridge niggas I call 'em they are offing Them I call my niggas to come spit on the coffin And we from the bottom we dealt with plenty off losses Set in the trap and that residue had me nauseous And we with the wolves and the suckers and then it cost us Now my brother sitting in prison cause niggas crossed us We ain't comfortable with the workers only the bosses Tried to take me out now we bulletproofing the Porsches We and big homies we label [?] enforcers We send big homies and murder niggas for Jordans The shit real where I grew up at The same block where Karlton Hines blew up at, Facts You gotta dream I'm just telling you to go forward I can shoot and be the driver like a small Ford Niggas want me dead, I'm just trying get the bread 'Fore niggas kill me I rather die on the prison bed Haters on my body I'm just trying get 'em off me Trying put my bitch on feet, bitch crossed me No, I don't wake up in the morning and get me a coffee I wake up in the morning get my gun and sell it softly Niggas only carry they pistol so they can make it known Now I carry my pistol so I can make it home [Beat switch] [Verse 3: Don Q & A1] Fraud niggas [?] with my sneaks and [?] home Time to smoke a pound in the jeep my heart cold Tired to see a murder when I sleep the park close Niggas got murdered they weak I told [?] Just chill you got a [?] cheap How you 'gon pay em bills you get caught in that back seat Only told em that cause i care about em Know he a gangsta but them other niggas won't be a man about it I feel good just be on corners we took over Niggas got the mind of a kid but just look older Me I got the mind of a king I don't pull over Hard to really count on the bodies that nigga stood over Hard to really count on this product we had to cook over And you know that body don't count if you don't go get closer Every nigga you see around me don't got a diploma If that pistol is not around me that's when I get sober I'm tired to having this dreams of going broke again Make me wrong go to the corner and slang coke again Niggas trynna front me the pound I ain't smoking it Look at the [?] took an hour to open it Niggas said that A Boogie was robbedon that stage floor Tryna say Don Q wack they gotta pay more Niggas say Oun fell off I had to make calls Niggas say Stacks won't make it but I'mma make sure I'mma do whatever it takes for me and my mans Probably would've be with the feds if my pistol went jammed I couldn't picture being cuffed in the back of that van ATF screws and cuffs all over my hands All you thinking bout is gain I'm [?] the jam[?] Momma said "They offered life, you taking the stand?". Nah Said I gotta hold it down cause Mah I'm a man "No, you might never see me", but momma I can't Niggas had 'em all cleared I had 'em in a bubble Now my stomach getting big I feel like my uncle ..tell 'em 'gon love you You could put these niggas on they still ain't 'gon love you Raised right come and get the money Putting work and I know the rules Cut this bitches off, put my niggas first Fuck this rappers put the money up better get this work And these niggas bitches don't mean nothing cause I hit her first Flex, I'ma gangsta so don't never try to pull rookie up Cause I'm running down on these niggas like get 'em cookies up If a nigga come a dollar short I'ma hook 'em up And that 30 might turn in to 50 if i cook it up I feel like I can run my city but I'm underrated But I still catch a body with no hesitation Them niggas told: they ain't even show no dedication I'm dedicated but me and some niggas separated