Oun-P | Funk Flex | #Freestyle028

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[Verse 1: Oun-P & Funk Flex] I said starving'll have a nigga contemplating on robbing At gunpoint, have a nigga duckin' and dodgin' In the field busting checks, swiping them cards And you don't care about them felonies that you could get charged with Starving'll make you do your connect dirty, I'm stating facts Take the work on consignment knowing you ain't gon' pay it back Have you trippin', showing all of your crazy ways Can't really tell a nigga nothing that haven't ate in days Have you stressin' tryin' to help it with the pills Wifey put you out 'cuz you wasn't helping with the bills You hot now, feel like your soul melting on a grill You losin' it, your close friends begging you to chill Even your side bitches curving you, it's making you weak These bitches could smell a broke motherfucker from deep But it's always gon' be light at the end of the tunnel And when you hot, watch how many niggas want to become you When you see Oun, you think of a bar show, car show Tallest how I stand in the field, a young Marlo Niggas be runnin' they mouth, tryin' to excite the D's Y'all call it snitchin', I call it biting cheese Had to switch it up, hate doing the same shit Atlantic City trips tryin' to double what I came with Blackjack table tryin' to clean up the place While I'm playin' I'm steady praying for a king and a ace I'm out of this world, Star Wars, my swag is beyond yours Fell in love with the Concords 'til I spotted the Tom Fords After the club, to the crib is where these whores going Have 'em all sucking dick 'til their jaw swollen Around the right people, shit gon' get real this year Convos is different when you having 'em with millionaires These bitches be fiending for the pipe These fiends'll spend their green when they fiending for the white These strippers be having mans, let me bring you to the light Throw enough singles on 'em and they'll be single for the night I don't trust bitches and that there is the reason Ain't it funny how once I cum she leaving? Hurt me, I'm making you feel pain Stomp me out, I'm coming back like the nigga that killed Caine Trust nobody this here is a real game One look will tell me if you real or real lame Don't talk shit 'cause the camera in your face That'll make a nigga want to put the hammer in your face All it take is one shot to do damage to your face And if you run off you better hope your stamina is straight They thirsty to let the tooly blow My young wolves is nothing like Ricky Rubio Same nigga in the streets and studio I'm coolin' though, it's official over here you should know And them goons be making noise in the hood (BRONX!) Saw a dead body before I saw Boyz 'N' The Hood I ain't tryin' to raise my boys in the hood But 'til I got it to move, there's no avoiding the hood It's money for everybody, fuck singing a sad song Flex, you know how much money I passed on? Could've called my connect to get my stash long His dope so strong gotta bag it with a mask on I don't trust people that be drivin' from the law I judge you how you actin' when you right there in my face The money y'all niggas talking 'bout is right here in the safe Sometimes I play broke to try to see who's here to stay Now who's here to stay? Niggas be in the way 20/20 vision, I'm seeing 'em clear as day No competition, I been beating on the rest Since Warrior was in the ring beating on his chest Your day ones will be the ones to sneak you in a sec And the ones you just met be treating you the best Not a killer but for creeping on the set Your soul will be awoken while you sleeping in the flesh This pimp shit got me turning up my collar This baby face be making bitches want to holla Stay in your lane, don't be fucking up my dollars The situation could get uglier than Shabba, uh I get low and do the dance on 'em Huf socks with the marijuana plants on 'em Don't be putting your hands on him, have him transforming Tears and liquor is gon' be what all your mans' pouring Is what you make it, growing up it was rough for us Government assistance ain't really give enough to us We wasn't in the Louis store coppin' all the custom stuff We was outside the shit plottin' on the customers You either played ball or was a hustler 'Cus if not the bad bitches wouldn't fuck with ya I did both to get my chicken together And that there, why I'm fucking two chickens together, huh! I share thoughts, I don't care about their thoughts Used to drink on the block, now I drink in the airport When I get back you already know that I'm home though How you call somebody a nobody that's known though? I'm grown though, I don't play kid games Mean wrist game, could tell that I'm doing big things I'm true to this, been doing this, not new to this I probably had bars when I was in my mom's uterus Niggas see the movement is moving they want to move with us If you ain't day one then your news ain't getting through to us Used to bag a bitch, then I bag up her friend Fucked them in hoopties, couldn't afford the fuckin' back of a Benz And I don't brag to my friends about how I'm stackin' them ends I could do Gucci, but I like army jackets and Timbs Sometimes I be getting low but then I'm right back again Rappin' in cyphers, niggas be scared to go after him (BRONX!) Y'all still be talking shit that y'all be imaginin' I talk about the shit that really be happenin' Flex, the kid deserves it, paint verses, picture perfect You niggas worthless, straight dead, go get the hearses Straight beast, I come around, it get you nervous Y'all clowns, this industry is a fuckin' circus My bitch bad, designer shit, she switchin' purses Couple watches, sometimes I like to switch on purpose We are nothin' alike, I'm a different person My bars block your light, it's like I'm spittin' curtains All this talk online 'bout how you niggas workin' Y'all looking real bad out there, y'all niggas hurtin' What you say in your raps we don't see in person Don't try to ride my wave now that you see me surfin' Writer's block? Bars unlimited I run through lines, way more than Emmitt did Y'all 'gon see results when I cop a crib where the winners live Tryin' to see how the feelin' is to own and not rent a crib Nights I was starvin' wondering where the dinner is Nights I was carvin' wondering where to spend the shit Whether you got to know me, get down on you niggas' friend of his They don't really know me, they just be good at pretendin' it Bronx nigga, Bronx ways, Bronx membership The Bronx birthed the game, it's time that I start killin' shit Oooh wait, the money be the aroma Feds at the Rucker tryin' to sniff out all the owners Everybody eatin' nobody got no diplomas High grade's what we smoke, nigga we stoners Hands out for what? We ain't no loaners Good dick will put your bitch in a coma Wake up and si- [Outro: Funkmaster Flex, Murda Mook & Oun-P] HOL' UP! HOL' UP! HOL' UP! HOL' UP! HOL' UP! You know what it is, Hot 97, we in that Bronx, Murda Mook, Oun-P! Now listen... that's called mothafuckin' bars, nigga!