Meechy Darko (Flatbush Zombies) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle188

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[Intro] Ayo Ayo Flex, please don't screw your face or react Sit back, I ain't come here for all that I wanna rap Fuck it I wanna rap [Verse 1] Yo, uh My bitch called me last night 'round nine She was venting I said "Don't let these feelings get between all these millions" She said "My nigga, I feel it" She said "That's why you the realest" My bitch called me last night 'round nine She was venting I said "Don't let these feelings get between all these millions" She said "My nigga, I feel it" I said that, I ain't praying for no mil', I've learned to stеal blessings The flow switches, fuck a playbook, I go off instincts Caskеts for new years to bullets for Christmas I forgot more shit than you ever learned, despite concerns I'm doing aight Leave it drippin' like when fire meets ice I'm God body, more the Deity type My niggas know, rock bottom like Dwayne Johnson I wrote this doing ninety on my way to Slauson 2020, I swear there's been so many coffins Filled with guilt, barely do I reminisce, it give me chills I promise y'all there is no metaphor for how I feel Bottoms up, glasses filled, life is just a battle Why would I follow Roman calendars, I'm African 2Pacalypse, confidants notoriously arrogant Jamaican rum, I speak in native tongue and scalp a nigga A work of art, it's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA It's like my momma gave birth in the MoMA An easy turn from self-reflective to self-destructive Or when you just not shit, even your rivals love it Bitches love my aura, then they hear my story If I fuck they mind right, invite 'em to the orgy I just call it how I see it and my three eyes been open Matching Range Rovers, Dolce Gabbana drippin' south of France Can't understand why they call it the beach, there ain't no sand If you familiar with weight, we ship that, you sniff that The truth sets you free, lies tie you down Tour bus filled, we stacked packs and slide through towns Black rockstar, I scream loud and mosh through crowds Hair wrapped like Badu style Young nigga that could trade war stories with the vets Jesus Christ I turned water to acid, so you know that I could work with this The way they stitch him up, you would think Dapper Dan worked on him Troubled kid, tried to set fire to my nursery Gotta learn to live with regrets Cherish these incidents, Detroit red K over my shoulder as I unload all my troubles on these instruments The final-nah, uh [Verse 2] What if the Mamba, ain't decide to hop in that chopper? What if the police ain't put bullets in my poppa? What if the law of attraction was instant? What if the law came and you got a day for a pistol? Huh, what if Meg shot Tory? What if Tina beat Ike? What if Debo ain't have that squeak squeak on his bike? You wouldn't know when he was coming, when to tuck in your ice What if they really gave a fuck 'bout your rights? What if the light at the end of the tunnel you see when you die Is you coming out your mom's vagina in your second life? What if ghosts is real, every nigga killed in the projects Would probably haunt the hallway or the lobby, let's be honest What if Edgar J. Hoover ain't dismantle the Panthers? What if Pac had braids, what if police wore bandanas? What if 50 Cent beat Kanye in '07? Shit we'd probably still be wearing baggy ass denims What if you could bring back somebody that you loved that passed away for a day But you lose a year of your life? Is that an even trade? What if Jesus really came back and tried to save the day? They'd probably call him schizophrenic and lock that nigga away What if freedom is just an illusion? What if I ain't write this song, what if you didn't listen? What if you didn't listen? I ain't done Yeah [Verse 3] I'm off a tab today, drunk driving, I might crash today She hit my DM 10pm, I'm sure I'ma smash today Bullets burn, flesh lacerates I'm a demon when in heat, I shape-shift and activate Pussy holding, fuck it raw, I'm looking for a back to break Count Rackula, watch me levitate Business and emotions don't mix, you gotta separate Treat your face like a gun range Bloodbath, open floodgates, this a sample, this shit off the runway Gunplay 'cause some words you can't unsay Melanin heaven, I just be soaking up the sun-rays I don't trust the bank, loan sum They get tucked 'way, that's my saving grace Thought of being broke just make me sick, give me stomach aches Runnin' fades, teflon, imma blaze in case shit escalates We bulletproof the Escalade, wire tapped, they might just insinuate I tried to implicate, investigate Our conglomerate, my constituents load up the pistol, give Allah thanks Checkmate, eyes dilate, steady heartrate Keep my little guns in a large safe Boobytrap the stash house in case the cops invade them drug raids Newspaper front page, the headliner reads one name Sorry but my last fuck I just gave Know I gotta repeat that one phrase Uh [Verse 4] Not buying a condom, my poppa best investment Not going to the doctor, my momma best decision Since my conception I've been destined to be reckless From my recollection, you should mention me with legends My knife work turn Bruce Willis to Bruce Jenner My pen work turn convos to cool millions Spit venom and dirty distressed denim Adjust your antennas, sit back and get messaged A wise woman said "Young king, you'd better spawn some wings if you gon' burn every bridge" I laughed, looked up and said "Every sin I committed was just me experimenting the prophecy" Now I can see clearer than the heels on a stripper's feet She said to dig you bitches deep One slip and you'll plummet for weeks They praying on your downfall before you even hit your peak Acid rain downpour, come and take a trip with Meech Ya bitch [Outro] Aight now I'm done I'm good