Ms. Hustle | Funk Flex | #Freestyle058

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[Verse] Hold on, needed a minute just to flex though Motherfuckers said I wouldn't make it up to the Flex show I been trainin' bitches since I been ridin' on metro The game was and still mine just like a klepto (Ahh!) Oh, let's do it, I'm feeling like I'm the old rocker These niggas pullin' a trick, I call them globetrotters If the bread done mix then I stove top 'em Won't have trouble shooting as long as my MAC I load proper I remember falling off I had to prove that Now they want to hang on our necks like where the noose at Bring it to my past and my crib I thought I'd lose that But I ain't need a bitch I'm just stealin' to get my jewels back Fucked up, I seen the hurt in my dad eyes Couldn't trust a soul, he started giving me bad vibes Now they gotta pay for my drive just like a cab ride Get ugly if I snap, like yeah, picture my bad side Tried to get ahead, they were still on low blows Waiting on her name, but I won't give her no chromo Reading off their jack, nah, I don't condone those I wasn't thinking ET bitch, I left my phone home I won't call you, I was trying to get a line in All them hoes taught me to skate when I was grinding No Jack Nicholson baby, it's just the timing Now they gotta answer the door with all the shining Kill battle rap when they was praying I failed Now it's like peer pressure the way they taking a L Record sales in the charts, I'ma take it as well Aaron Hernandez, I know I'll hang in a cell Said you thought you was fuckin' with me, what your fans on? It's like I gave them the print, shit I was hands on I'm on his album, go ask Cam'ron I keep a wavy line on the side like I got my vans on You never asked for shit knowing they had their cake up I had the watch, I couldn't afford the Jacob I was brushing off my mat while they was brushing on makeup Said I cried about being broke, they was crying about break ups Problems but a bitch ain't one, yeah, hold steady Touch me, it's St. Nick, baby don't hold presents Now it's all on me, get drinks for the whole section The way I blew up on 'em, she called me to know it's never When they speakin' on the best, shit, I deserve respect Death said you nice, but nah, I ain't heard it yet Waiting on a window open like trying to surf the net You heard it right? I'm verified like bitch I earned the check Street stuntin', you know like Slay did it Our direction ain't the same, on street shit way different Told me to rap go ahead and debate with it But bitch when you dope you ain't gotta go eight minutes Like, oh man, these niggas is so pathetic What's in my jeans? It gotta be from Jeanette She'll be sick if I peel, they gotta call up the medics I'm ahead with the green, I remember when they ain't let us Oh, that's really keeping the stack now Now they got a way with their gimmicks and funny rap styles For years, I'm second, I played the background I'm on flex you bitches gon' have to rap now Yeah!