Benny the Butcher & Conway The Machine | Funk Flex | #Freestyle060

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[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher] Got 'em on us in the club, the staff just didn't search us Ratchet chicks in skirts with ratchets in they purses Big shit, I walk up clappin' shit in person Y'all pack them little burners, those accidental murders Grind to get money, that's a nigga purpose 100 'til they lower my casket in the surface Cross paths with a serpent, I'm blastin' it for certain They only shoot back when they rap they little verses When these rappers meet me, half these niggas nervous Prayin' I don't snap and wrap 'em in a curtain Guilty 'cause they life don't match up with them verses Half them niggas worthless, we actually put the work in Know dope boys who drove E-Classes with a permit That's brick talk, you need karate classes to interpret it I'm out in L.A. in traffic with the lurkers Smokin' moon rocks in the back of a Suburban Hittin' licks, broad day with the neighbors watchin' Had us locked playin' spades with the table hostage Beefin' with the cable watchers 'Cause Golden State played the Rockets And we gon' risk our date to watch it I'm on seafood and plates of pasta I feel like Dr. Dre mixed with Frank Sinatra I'm Mayweather, you McGregor, I'll explain the concept I'ma show niggas brawlin' ain't the same as boxing That's why I mention how good I am at cookin' a brick Went so deep in the game, understood, I couldn't repent Stood on the strip, P89 full to the tip These bullets are swift, probably gon' lift the hood of ya whip Made nigga, I ain't never been belittled before Y'all shakin' hands with them niggas in the middle of war You a street nigga, gotta keep a pistol of sort Then quicker you lost and learn how to forget what you saw, uhh Talkin' straight hustlin', tryin' to park the Wraith stuntin' Left the game, a lot of niggas ain't get to walk away from it I'm talkin' graves, niggas walkin' off from state numbers He been down since kids, awful when he call to say somethin' What you know about shavin' off a grey substance Brick of white girl, I call it Kate Hudson I do this for the kids who starve and ate nothin' And had to rock off brand just 'cause they fathers ain't hustlas This year I'ma make y'all niggas really respect me Told West "I gotta eat, you gotta really connect me!" If I'm wrong, shit, which one y'all gon' really correct me? If Conway catch the body, guess who gettin' accessory I really had work when it dried up in the streets Maybe that's why I rhyme like Nas before Kelis, uhh Shots missed, two bullets lodged up in the seats We smoke backwoods 'til it fog up in the Jeeps Same rappers that you enjoy, I came to destroy Snatch the Louie off the rack soon as I came in the store I'm a shady individual that Shady employ I run through ya whole team like Shady McCoy, ahhh [Verse 2: Conway] Machine, look, look Champion rap, the title was in my hands Take over the game, since my arrival that's been the plan The streets love me, the legends sayin' that I'm the man Know you doin' somethin' right when your idols become ya fans Damn, but this just the results of my hunger 9 under the shark head, tell 'em it's my summer Bentley trucks, 5 colors We don't ride Hummer 40 on my lap while I ride, go 'head, try and run up, hahaha Look, I used to pump raw shit Streets made my young boy crazy, he done lost it I green light it, he empty his gun cartridge See a rapper's SUV and Young Dolph it Conway, Westside, we young bosses Watch your mouth 'fore your moustache get punched off it, nigga Can't fuck with none of this raw shit Pussy, go find a bridge and jump off it Made it this far 'cause we really do the work See the tiger on the collar of the teal Gucci shirt Trust me, I'm still in the field My field boots in dirt Million dollar deals, so what, I'm still shootin' first No nigga can match the level of skill when I peel through a verse You niggas dressin' like Lil' Uzi Vert, whoa I'm a legend, it's stamped GxFR, you'll never get ahead of the camp Went to the Bay, sent the cookie in the mail with the stamp Now I'm winnin' out in Oakland like Kevin Durant, my nigga Haha, King Louis with the wax under Judge tryin' to give my niggas max numbers, ouuu Ex-crack pumper, MAC dumper I was just in Cali tryin' to get the low pack numbers Interscope got me signin' contracts with max numbers Might count the money on Instagram like Blac Youngsta You lil' whores My bitch don't like Michael Kors, she like Dior Might send her to buy the store I write the raw, offensive lines, I'm Michael Oher Pen glide across these foul lines, I'm Michael Jordan I like to brawl, I slide my big knife across ya windpipe it tore What you fuckin' with a psycho for? Aww, I just wanna provide you With the grimiest music all summer to ride to I don't do the sneak dissin', boy, I'm comin' to find you And emptyin' my gun when it slide through You know it's real when all the real niggas runnin' behind you And all the top record labels wantin' to sign you My uncle said, "Boy, stay humble", I tried to But you know when it's your moment, there's just somethin' inside you I mean, a wig shot and my neck bled I still became the best rapper alive on my death bed Yeah, drinkin' Spade, eatin' Chef Dreds "Bro, kill all of these niggas", that's what West said Thinkin' back, 17, dumpin' TEC lead Only hit one nigga in his left leg Ever since then shootin' like Steph Lead flyin' out the Heckler, a nigga gettin' left dead Lex said, "Your verse on Statik, got niggas mad at you" And now every so and so wanna battle you" That shit is laughable Tell them niggas go to Al's and do an album in a classic day And tell 'em I'll get back to you, Machine nigga [Verse 3: Benny the Butcher] I don't regret the homies I cut off or the bitches I cancelled A blade in the kitchen, grippin' the pot handle You sittin' for clippin' an innocent bystander Low income livers grew to be niggas with high standards Ay, look, got my introduction robbing shit and hustling They call to squash the beef, not in the discussion Made it to the point only reached by five percent of hustlers Put it on the stove I stretch it and I can get my tumbling Sparking pistols with long extendos Spray the driver side like we tryna wash the windows Something big and long on me, I won't argue with you I'ma let it off, hit you, then dolphin flip you Look, you know the squad a hundred if the boss official GxFR, I fuck around and carve it in you We got used to being stars, speeding off from venues Ate at Benihana's and never ordered off the menu Ahh, you not connected, then you never spoke to me probably I'm riding in the Ghost, but I'm smoking Ferrari He said if I buy the TEC, he gon' throw in the shottie Cooking while you looking, if you broke or you slow, that's Hibachi I ain't with this rap crap, I bag smack fam I pap-pap this black MAC, then flatten that man These niggas in cac sack, hooting jack mag then Go and sharpen the top from the jack mag can, nigga [Verse 4: Conway the Machine] Black tape on the handle of a .38 Two to the helmet, send you niggas to the pearly gates This for the niggas in the hood still servin' base They heard my tape, now they want to increase the murder rate Look, I bought a split, I'm like oh shit Nigga fucked up and gave me extra four zips That I ain't giving back a fucking ounce Niggas deserve to take a loss, they can't fuckin' count You musta got it confused, big gun on me that I would use I would put you on the news Pop a nigga in his legs, tell him move I asked once, show me the safe, but he refused The next shot is for the cabbage, I'm a savage like Calvin, got your loved ones tied up on the mattress like Look at me, junior, who's the Kermit motherfucker now? Then I shot 'em all just to show 'em I don't fuck around The year I'm having, extravagant, isn't it? They heard my last and now they have to revisit all my classics and listen No other rapper been half as consistent Now they mad and they dissin' 'cause they was lackin' the vision I'm from the hood like thimp 'cause these matches is flippin' Now they all in agreements and acting like bitches Fuck me, one hundred shots is when I'm actually trippy Catch me with Action eatin' gourmet meals, fuck, that is delicious I've got a young bitch, ass fat is delicious Well, trust me, if I want, I can have me delicious