Mickey Factz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle096

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(Verse) Yo Ask Funk Flex, he know, I'm incredible I'm tellin' you, rap optician let's make a spectacle Y'all don't wanna see this crack, your peers pressured you I contacted your girl to talk, when she's in the view That's a Vision scheme like Thanos with the Avengers team I'm just tryna give you the gems before the credits leave Y'all dog food, I bet your pet agree Bars make your ear ring then you die it's a death penalty Folks don't intervene, I don't talk tokes[?] bad aim If you don't get smoked, I might nicotine Patch me in, what's goin' on Flex? If I don't get the Porsche next then I'm coppin' a Corvette More or less, I was doin' push ups during raw sex Hard to breathe, no Cardi B, tired off sex Wasn't a shot at any amigo I seen wat happened to Flo, got the pettiest ego Flow very illegal, chicks used to strip for me Cuz I used to get shorties better than Danny DeVito Hand me some C-Notes while I stand at Casinos Holdin' G-Money and never ran at a nino[?] Gave my godbrother a kilo, and a gram Who turn this mother out better than a hammer can? Low-key I said anagram, break it down You at the top I'll trump it and won't make a sound At my favorite lounge, Rusty Shank, shaved it down Still a class act but the blade is brown don't play around They wanna see this black man plummet, shady style Tell 'em like a fat man's stomach, just wait around Hall of fame, grew up 'round guns word to Cory name Excitin' the flyest hard to board a plane Cuz I'm gettin' bored of planes NBA players gettin' married to the game That's why they call them slaves, ball and chains It's all the same, write my own shit while I drive a dope whip You'll never catch me in Tory Lanez Had to say it, used to have a brownstone Now it's Bitcoin workin' at the Dow Jones What a rush countin' euros all color bucks Partyin' with Busta Bus, cold world[?] Reese's for the waitress That mean she bring me everything but a cup Cold here in these streets, weave shots or bundle up I'm in the Beemer, with the Visas, slick as sneakers I'm sick of sneezin' while I'm speakin' got the sickest fevers These little leaguers got milliliters to kill and leave us And it ain't fiction neither It's all facts, smart raps, squash cats, we all lack a civil leader Give 'em a hand but the middle finger still get between us Fuck, I let these lyrics feed us I'm tryna visit Jesus like Nicodemus before he get egregious Washin' tons of of rappers gill arenas[?] It's a crime I've been away for so long, even Missy missed the meanest His platform is gettin' utilized, but why they come up here and give you the lies? When these small fries get supersized, sorry if I scrutinize I'm in the newest ride, Heath Ledger doors, so When I'm in that Batmobile, it's like suicide Haters gotta move aside My wife said if this beat don't get brutalized If Flex don't make faces then I ain't do my job It's just you and I I wanna take an intermission and give a lesson so we can be unified (Verse 2) It's crazy how the world set up Credit cards are here to get the boys and girls set up They don't teach you in the schools Leave it to the fools, so I'm bringing you the jewels Some ingredients to use First off, credit is not money The premise of the card presented is quite funny You really not payin' for anything like Bucky in Civil War When Cap was desperate to find his buddy You enter a legal agreement, where the bank that got money said It'll keep you believin', that the things that you want are the things that you're needin The procedure is genius, it keeps you in debt, or in pieces and pieces, peep it I was young with some real enormous limits 3k and 2k when a second card was given The payments never late, my credit score was liftin' Are y'all payin' attention this seminar is vicious Are y'all interested in the metaphors that I'm spittin'? That went over your head the metaphor was interest Payin' off the minimum Interest rates had me payin' more than I was givin' them lost in the millenium I still owe money, nobody told me "Don't spend what you don't got" Phony is phony, secondly Remember what I said about a credit score? That's the number that the creditors are checkin' for So if you're late on your bill it'll affect your score Let me break it down a little more Example: You got a best friend, love him to death You let him borrow money til' his job cut him a check When he get paid, you get paid he ain't runnin' from debt So if he asks you again, he'll hear nothing but yes And on the scale of 1-10, what's the number he gets? A 10 right? Aight, cool, let's shuffle the deck Example: You got a best friend, love him to death You let him borrow money til' his job cut him a check When he get paid, you don't get paid, he runnin from debt If he asks you again, he'll get punched in the chest On a scale of 1-10, what's the number he get? A 1 right? Exactly, what a regret His reputation is shot, please muzzle the Tec He did it to himself, baby, that's Russian Roulette Huh, bad credit is such a bad rep Anything under 600 is like bad breath Anything under 500 is like bad sex Anything under 400 nigga? That's death The higher the score, the higher the goals You can take out a loan and go and buy you a home Walk out the dealership with a title to own You can even get a job if they hirin' bro Yo thirdly, if you're really in a hurry to debt Then get your balance on your bill over 30% And spending money you don't got is a worry and stress So leave it a 30 like the jersey that Curry collect If you don't got it, don't use it I know we like to shop and go stupid Let your conscience be your guide, don't do it Ay, go into your wallet for the dollars you accruin' I know it sound impossible and foolish, but think about it When a kid from the hood, get a Visa in the mail, and the chicks he good He get a little gear, now he think he could, now he can't get a crib cuz he put all the purchases on his card And never paid off shit Now he gettin' fired, laid off quick I know a bunch of cats puttin' bills in their little kid's names just so the lights stay on So when the child grows up, he's not a grown up, rectifying what his mom and pop blown up it's not known but Credit stays with you all of your life But they don't teach you that though, it's a marketing plight But I'm here, please listen as I talk in the mic And be responsible, don't get bought with a price It's horrible right? The feds probably callin' me tonight Soon as I leave Flex's show, they gonna follow me right? The smartest advice: Make sure you're tracking your funds Don't leave home without it, be practical hon' That's American Express where it's actually from Discover what a Visa does, like a traveling nun When it come to the card, gotta master it son Know what's in your wallet like Capital One Bankruptcy 10 years, and bad credit is 7 on your report Experian get it then transmit it, transfer it to TransUnion during the transition Givin' you pure Equifax, man listen Wise words from an OG brother Get your score to 800 like a toll-free number I had to teach y'all, it was actually hard Repeat offender now let's get back to the bars (Verse 3) Look, I paid 500 for these Y3s A couple rock concerts for the timepiece Bands, bar goat on a large boat Ticket on the dash only time I had a cardinal Read the bible every day learning God quotes Warner Brother when the pigs come out, that's all folks I ain't stutter, tell them cops to split Or get trained like Marines we're trying to stop some shit All the shots that popped from blocks gots to quit I don't want to see somebody I loved dropped and ditched I'm working out every day I do it all around Push ups and some dip sets no 40 cal I'm dancing while having sex getting shorty wild I'm slappin ass and Milly Rockin' doggy style Pull a Ferrari out, my own dog slept on my roof Being able to retract I'm Charlie Brown I got a honey and L'oreal[?] at a four shooter quit Tryna Mac like she's shutting Safari down Shoutout my man Ish[?] keepin' me fresh Strip club we was with my Magic City connect I make the strippers collect, and they was callin' me Toby all night Cuz after I dropped sixty, we left Flex, we let a bomb go, like we at a war yo Pronto, bitches jumpin' on it like Tonto Don flow, hit 'em with it all yo Hot 97 been hot since I was 9 yo I dreamt of this since the time you let Mase rock And Canibus exit [?] when the bass drop Even when Beanie Sigel was up here with State Prop Hov killin' Grammy family you tellin' Jay stop Or we out here pullin I'm Drake [?] And the locs was up here, they shake blocks Stayed hot, love hip-hop, that's in my veins like LA police department I want the game locked That ain't a diss neither, I used to hit divas And make their soul hit the hardwood like gym sneakers I look a brother in his eyes tryna dig deeper You tall bitch you ain't a man you Big Freedia I want y'all to cop the album It's called The Achievement, something I could be proud of We havin' fun up here, not to mention I heard the girl runnin' upstairs She don't even let you get head, she let me skeet on the scalp And tell you, everybody can't come up here Factz