Flatbush Zombies | Funk Flex | #Freestyle095

Lyrics

[Instrumental 1] [Verses: Meechy Darko] Every motherfucker with a gun ain't a mobster (facts!) Every bitch with an ass ain't poppin' (facts!) Every beat with an 808 ain't knockin' (facts!) Bring it back please rewind this Every rapper with a platinum plaque ain't a problem (facts!) Every nigga flippin' packs ain't a hustler (more facts!) Everybody buy 'cause profit ain't always progress (faaacts!) All these new wave niggas lyin' when they rappin' When they really just be talkin' about some shit that never happened Same niggas rapping 'bout same whips, same fashion And bitches tryna' get real love with fake asses (Haha!) Chase asses, mind and your body got an equal the rule over the second I think the side track I figure, I mentioned Last chick i had super bad, but you burned me (facts!) Thank god it wasn't herpes! Lazy bitches screaming where the surgeons at Now black girls off white, like Virgil's brand Then you got these fake gangbang niggas on the 'gram Snitchin' on themselves via cam Excuse me I think Juice laced my weed again I don't trust nobody, no not even my (self) That's why I keep a condom on my (dick) Before I leave the (crib) You can't buy no bitch's love, boy there are always bigger (shrimp) If she with you 'cause you fuck her she gon' find some better (dick) Bitches party, party, party, like the spring break (effect) See your booty on the 'gram and never pictures with your (kids) Why your uniform so dirty and your timbs are scuffed to shit Meanwhile, you are on vacation every weekend is (lit) Niggas buy jewelry, buy jordans, buy bema, buy rova, buy rolex, buy gucci, buy louis, but you can't buy culture, nigga not my culture Hey, ok Lavish nigga expensive habits, nigga dramatic, nigga type to straight flip out and stab a nigga for a penny Eventually he gonna win grammy nigga, the Plan-B giver Won't see me in the family picture backwards Fella hit the weed then beat the beat Like Adrian Peterson to be his seed, her head so good that I invested in a guillotine This is me, six feet deep, crabs in a bucket to kill my brother just to hit my peak it's sad but it is the way it be, savagery Invest in carrots to cover my cavities Paranoia sauce to capture (me), semi-automatic (me) Blasted by the sheets enough to alter your reality Don't let the reception be your reflection keep your balance G Try to find the symmetry in the midst of calamity My eyes glow red, like that room in Amityville Be real, bitch I'm wit, pussy so wet nigga need gills (real deal) Excuse my aggression my tribe call for questions If I'm made in god's image why am I blemished Two white lighters I made it through twenty seven Zombie Gang, dead niggas throwing out like Hendricks Die on the set, like Bruce and Brandon A stranger is just a friend of an enemy you haven't met yet But Satan was once an Angel, don't you forget that I gotta do what the fuck I want, fetish Name a nigga nicer, I slice and dice his life On the mic, I rhyme like the life on the line Do suicide, so me and Biggie and Big L can solve Mr. Ouija Can Pac see me writing these lines? Those ain't loses, those is lessons Count my sins, but skip my blessings I have some more for these niggas I coulda been in the Wu, coulda been in the Commission Coulda been in Tha Dogg Pound knockin' all the buildings Coulda been a hot boy I'm already gold grillin' Coulda been a Public Enemy tryna' make a difference Hennessy gallons an enemy, blurred my vision Drunk drivn', hit a dip and swerve my nigga Vivid shit, illiterates could see these words my nigga I could do better, I think that she after my cheddar I check the closets 'fore I fuck just to make sure it's not a set up I think I'm done I ain't gonna lie [Instrumental 2] [Verse: Eric Arc Elliot] Hit me with vivid image I knew it And my influence assuming that I do it The choices could buy movement My voice wasn't hallelujah We praising the wild but losin' Discression advised when yo watching the cops in the two Impossible and flawless Renegades with the stake of fortune If you can't relate you ain't on it Chases Forbes list Zombie gang running mates For the 8th orbit Crosshairs right there, you are the main target Hardest artist, stain full of garbage We their fathers Proudest, killing their sons and their whole squadron Rabs brolic, shit ain't working out, this seem [?] Armani style, versatile we be in the tropics I told Flex "Drop a bomb if you hear a problem" I'm all black like I'm dressed with the dearly departed Blur the lines, I ain't blurring mine Scratch the surface Headstone down payment on your casket purchase Rap is easy but this rapping shit it make me nervous Are you that determined, 'cause you lacking purpose What I'm 'posed to do? You niggas too emotional I'm not even a sane man, I just look approachable Hit or miss, whole game stuck on their nigga shit Head crack [?], like Ventriloquist Cops got me hammed up, here's a stitch Here's a situation, tell her for a nation we don't even get impatient Time's a wasting Foul talk is metaflagrant This shit is basic dog, waiting for elimination Just 'cause you got streams don't make your song hot Just 'cause you got a nose-ring, don't make your boy 'Pac Unemployed, but I'm still working like a auto-shop Tired of them warning shots Zombies skrrt the parking lot Breathe easy Rap timid, the game needs me Independent nigga still produce his own CD Plaque form, back form, balling like a PG Only nigga making beats is talking this greasy Easy, Arc'll bust a chest like a beatie Been a long time 'til you niggas come and see me Last time is on the line my Knicks niggas need me Been around the back like I travel with a team, B Niggas whole career, AirBnb Need to see recepits Don't own a flow or a goal or a proper tee Imockery, keep few grams in my pocket tee Fiends blow my high but my pride ain't stopping me Word to blabla why you lying to the Socrates Raised dynamic like the range of my knocking beats Architect and my man Flex on the Hot 9 Niggas out their pocket while you craining for the combine [Interlude: Zombie Juice] Yeah, April 6, Vacation in Hell It's getting hot, it's getting hot baby, too hot [Instrumental 3] [Interlude: Meechy Darko] Zombie Gang in this bitch Vacation in Hell, April 6th I think I just fucked your bitch Yeah, let's get it bitch, yeah [Verse: Zombie Juice] Pass the weed now, I'm smoking by myself I'm Kobe in 24 and I don't need no help Hardest work, bag it up, I don't need a scale Fuck the cops, fuck the ops, I don't sleep well Now I heard they snitching, trying not to see sales Blessing the Lord, I'm living Let's get 'em all familiar All that king talk, 'gon end up in a river Self reclaimed, ain't the same, you just in your feelings Been the same, how y'all changed, look up in the mirror I ain't playing nigga, this ain't Fortnite Punch you in the face, motherfucker I'm spitting all night They trying copy flex, these niggas all bite Avianne diamonds, these shits is all bright I'm really truely living, these niggas truly gimmicks Imma keep going, icon living Jaden Smith moon walks, high as John Lennon Lucy in the sky, I'm just tryna touch some lives Paint a picture, change the world, I'm just too hard to define All these cops killing niggas, man that shit is out of line They control us by the masses, still we living like we blind Rest in peace Prodigy, Sean P and Big E If he stepping out of line I paint him like [?] Most you rappers out of time, I feel like I'm Big E New day, big three, I'm black and I'm still me Most you can't come up here, free Shmurda [?] murder, free Meek We the Zombies and you might not ever heard us Sold out around the world, coke leaders set the quota Hit the wave on them boys, four quarters Steph Curry, [?] fonzarelli Coolest nigga on the block, Santana, free the [?] Me Against The World like 'Pac Beast Coast coming gunning for that number one spot Put it on my headstone, they just do it for the clout And it seems like these niggas out of touch Last stop, 2 train get your baby momma fucked [Outro: Zombie Juice] Last 2 train, Flatbush Avenue Last stop, it's going back home to Brooklyn with it Haha, you already know