Papoose | Funk Flex | #Freestyle076

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[Intro] Yeah Rolling in the coupe Yeah Ahh man… Ok, y'all know what it is Brooklyn whassup man! We on it man Yo yo yo [Verse] Kaepernick set an example for the NFL None of 'em listen Now they all kneeling since Trump called them sons of a bitches Hurricane Harvey happened during the harvest The first five letters the same, peep the logic H-A-R-V-E, let's be honest I'm sending my condolences it's a government project Militant, I keep the Magnum usually Quick to grab the Uzi If I get hot again, man I ain't doing songs with nobody, I'm acting snooty I would never let another rapper use me Ain't have a deal in years, still flashing jewelry Do I look I got left off of Bad & Boujee Grown men, bunched up in the club, where the women at G shit, call me Heathcliff, I'm a different cat You slap me? Then I slap you, I can't get with that You slap me? I gotta clap you, ain't no tit for tat Niggas spit it wack, claiming that they can spit with Pap Your ghostwriter got a ghostwriter, what kind of shit is that? Run-DMC, I was rocking the leather one Biggie had the game locked, I was cocking Barettas Hip-hop raised me, I'm wiser than never I knock the snot outta ya snot box, like Floyd did Conor McGregor You telling me this clown is a killer, silly guys The only clown who I know was a killer was Pennywise This ain't the movies, and you not it So if you play me for a fool, I'ma shoot my shit Yo, you take the stand for that pussy You turn on your own man for that pussy You do anything for the pussy Well to me, that just means you a pussy I do it big for the queen Yo, I take a swing for the queen Yeah, that's how I live for the queen My wife caught a case, I did a bid with the queen Yo, I make it hot for the queen I do the wop for the queen C'mon, I take shots for the queen Got married on "Love & Hip-Hop" for the queen Touched foes, before I could even touch "0s" I had to lock load, reload and unload You think drug money is free I suppose That money about as free as a man with his cuffs closed Hammers I tuck those Them cameras I duck those Ran on the rough road My stamina unfolds Amateurs uh-oh Up there with your punk flows Stand with my son O We planning watch us blow Damn I'm a fucking pro Stairs are the cutting flows Put my hand on the banister Managed to climb up those Won't let me in the club 'cause they see the gun bulge Wait for the bouncers after the club closed Y'all niggas be in the club throwin' dem 'bows I ain't throwin' no elbow, hell no, I'm throwin' them foes Rappers'll talk greasy to you with your flows That's why I keep a lot of boogers in my snub nose Clowns' the reason this game's become cold But they dissolve when the sun rose If your man is strength you the weakness, you vulnerable nigga He make you feel safe cause he roll with you nigga? If I bag him down, what you supposed to do nigga? I stick y'all up like promotional stickers I'm a lyricist, every line is a quotable nigga Damn soldiers stand closer, stand over you nigga Y'all doing niggas over, one Hova you niggas I'm the first Papoose, no overdue nigga Flow treacherous, I spit pain on those records And you enjoyed it, 'cause my pain is your pleasure Most masterful messenger who speak with the most methods Don't threaten the messenger, just respect your message No substance, no presence, they so pressured So threatened, rappers is buying they own records True school graduate, you in the lower grade And you keep blocking the sun, you throwin' shade My dough is made, them other dudes is overpaid I'm so hot I blow up your spot, with no grenade When I step in each booth, I let 'em see proof Eat you sweet niggas up, I got a sweet tooth But to teach is a must, I gotta reach youth So I seek to discuss philosophy and truth Broccoli and beef booth, you just a weak fluke Reach in my Gino Green goose, let the thing loose Cops chase me in the building, they never seen Juice Run to the top floor, jump across each booth You don't think it's street duke, you can't beat 'Poose Nicer than five soloists, ten duos, and three groups They better regroup Battery dead, need a boost I'm deeper than deep cooch When featuring um Catch you on your peep stoop Hit him with the heat oops I eat him like sweet fruit All on him like cheap suits Bury him like deep roots Then flee in the green coupe Retreat when the heat shoot Speeding up, case in the truth To keep it 100, all I need is one mic You only live once, God gave you one life I caught one felony, committed one crime I was on First Street, ducking from the one-time It's only one life, one king, one Son One love, love's gonna get you, KRS-One Had to run from two cops for two blocks, it's too hot Hand on my .22 listening to 2Pac I'm now a two-time felon, too thorough, two llamas Had to quit my ex-girl 'cause she was a two-timer Two in your lower body, two in your upper One time a lollipop, two times a sucker Bust three checks, they gon' clear in three days You was talkin' 'bout me, you ain't know they let me listen on the threeway He had a three-pound when he caught his third strike He a three-time loser, they gave him a 3-to-life .44 magnum, 40-caliber handgun Sippin a 40oz of beer, hand when you can't come Twin forty-cals on my waist, I'm a thug I got two .40's on me like the 40/40 club 5 boroughs of death, you don't understand Don't give me a 5 if you ain't my man They takin shots at Remy Makaveli, I'm like wow Five shots couldn't drop her, she took it and smiled A couple of my homeboys rep that 5 They throw it up, give you 5 on the black hand side And my fam got a problem, I'ma ride I'll be there like Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon, Michael the Jackson 5 We could build on a 6-God Six stands for equality, that's if you swift God Head crack you at the dice game, I rolled a six y'all Fuck a 16, I can kill you in six bars You sold your soul to the devil, so it's hard to compete You repping 6-6-6, that's the mark of the beast They say 7's a lucky number But we been suffering seven winters and six summers In the sprinter with seven shooters to seven-seaters Niggas is snitching, they be singing like Sevyn Streeter Caught him slippin' at the 7/11 they did him dirty Tryna play me, I'm crazy baby 7:30 Last night I ate on the block, made 8 licks Last customer who got on my nerves, got 86'd Mess with me? Get your food ate, quote Papoose Messing with me'll get you eight like four times two Travel with the .9 on my side since '99 Wide-eyed, these pussycats got nine lives The greatest rapper died on March 9th son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one [Outro] Ayy-yo Flex I'm gone…