Rain910 | Funk Flex | #Freestyle032

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[Intro] Yo what's up? S-Double M, you heard? The whole BS Check [Verse] Carefully caught We takin' off on flat for the cops You asked for this Stop acting like you don't know me The Youngest OG was four feet sellin' OZs in front of the police Take your seat, all in attendance Will you raise your cup in remembrance? Ah, me in the trenches, ah Not pretentious but respect his entrance As he rips his dope money and rids all his friendships Still in the midst of the action You picked the wrong miss, she'll be your biggest distraction Trappin' in the vans taught me to get it in fashion With a cinnamon actress, this feeling's relaxing Quarter water babies was ignoring every order Mix the yola with the soda and water and let it rock I was door to door with orders and coke that came from the border So before Trump put the wall up, I'm snatchin' up every block, nigga Bang out even if your target is the cops Let it ring out, take his badge from him when he dropped, y'all played out I'm the only nigga you should watch Money, power, respect, missing member of The LOX My core audience is drug dealers and bad bitches That caused all of this, reason we can't call it quits They get rich listening to Rain Shit, sold a hundred grams and got out they mama's basement I trap wiser and hate rap liars Nigga, put a hit on me and it backfire Flatline you, hot nigga, cats flying Like my shmurder game, damn I'm back riding (Wire) Deeper than Deepak Chopra, won't see the body drop But hear the shots 16 blocks over Look he's not Tony, he's not Sosa Damn sure ain't brain, nigga We not close to the same caliber Listen, I'm on an island Calendar flippin', missin' months You win that slow flow trap with your niggas spittin' blunts That bitch you in love with, I hit it once and then they get a lunch Ferragamo boat shoes, I'm feeling so cool Cuz bag Nikki in the club in Philly with no jewels I came in the game understanding there's no rules Ain't trying to make no friends, so beat it with your views No shots, I'm just here making history If I'ma throw a shot, I'ma do it literally Leave your brains in your pasta, the Big Punisher That's how you leave him dead in the middle of Little Italy Riddle me, guess who's better than little me? Not hospitable, smit on you while you in the hospital sleep Them shots send them deep, I'm repping for something big I'm feeling like little Caes' with little room to breathe My juniors in the mafia, them kids got to eat Took over your block, now your kids got a street For the past few months, I done been out of reach My little homie so half a brick the police Pictures send to Carl, I want him right beside me Left with nothing, gonna find something that defines me My girl said she want a family like the Cosbys But she wasn't clear and me I wasn't there I'm real for it, they say I'm real for it Plug pointing me to the money, I steer towards it Still pay my dead homie's phone bill for him Just stay here, I'm on the voicemail, I still call it Dreamers, never let the money come between us Weed by the pound, lean by the liters Misguided by our leaders Either you gon' get some money or be laughed at In them old shell torn Adidas I pick the road less traveled Gun smoke flyin' out the barrel as we battle for this avenue Feds came and I wasn't rattled No one in my fashion to tattle Go ahead and swing your gavel Young Trayvon mixed with Avon Barksdale Gon' start a revolution but still in the cartel I'm getting money, my cartels My niggas hatin', wish you all well