SNS | Funk Flex | #Freestyle079

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[Verse 1: SNS] Malcom had fury, X show fury Only way you pushing my buttons is if you Tahirih I'm just on another level they ain't reach yet The nigga they ain't beached yet, just getting my feet wet I take shots at anyone but I don't battle rap Making these arms wave across the chest like the cabbage patch They can't dance on the beat, they flow got two left feet If I'm the feature, you amongst the elite Look, even when I'm tryna keep the peace I've gotta keep the peace Always in your bay, she nicknamed me Keak Da Sneak OK, they wanna see me die anyway Just to pick the date with the devil, they gon' pick any date Look, I secure the bag, they want likes and laughs I ignore the rumors that they put on blast Got a tight hold on the game like a vise grip Used to break at night shit, now it's that taking flight shit I don't know what type of time these rappers be on Full suicides on any beat they put me on That's athletic, the gunpowder is cosmetic Beef stop when your whole body is prosthetic In Harlem, we mad that we heard you said it Not apologetic, leave you photogenic in the paramedics No clubs, bartenders doing calisthenics Got a whole clan full of dirty bastards with mad methods Him or her, my ghost face smells danger Chefs take thirty six through 36 Chambers Sit your five dollar ass down when I tell New Jacks Make your hip pop with the shots that go boom bap These rappers Internet tough, they really scared Any nigga tryna Insta-diss me gon' be a dead man Then I run up on the stage like it was my show With a snotty nose and that .38, my little Roscoe Please tell me why all these rappers tryna be Pac though Pac got killed by some niggas we still do not know Rest in peace to him and Big, compared to them, y'all little kids Mumblin' about nothing, rocking purses and shit Who raised y'all YouTube niggas? Dr. Seuss rhymin' ass Blue's Clues niggas Young Harlem nigga boy, I've been outside We war with niggas and still kept my chin up high Look, hustlin' and no slack, that been my grind Lost some niggas to the street but I ain't lose my mind Advantage is when you glow up No envelope, we ain't fold up Nigga, you don't know us How can you lames expose us? Still the same nigga that Harlem Shaked at the Kennedy But put some niggas right on now that you tryna finish me I brag real different now, Flex, I'm grown Like how my pops ain't set this up, I did this on my own The day I realized I'm in a lane of my own We told Hov to his face I was coming for his throne I hope he listening 'cause I'm still coming, still gunning Killing all these rappers and wait, Jay, I'm still hunting Just had to have a conversation with Bigs, homie Giving free smoke to Drizzy Drake with the Sig on me Most of these rapper niggas might tell the pigs on me Constipated ass niggas know they can't shit on me That's a no-no, Fat Joe and my .44 Piggy bank about five O's Think about it I know [Verse 2: SNS] I said SNS, Harlem Horror in the spot Throwin' two guns up, I was signed to the LOX Look, talk tough, guns go in mouths like a root come down We shoot and leave the club smoking, no hookah lounge These niggas, gotta get rid of them early Got to clip 'em 'cause I don't like these niggas like Donald Sterling My gangbang ratchet leave every scene tragic Keep one MAC behind the T like the old magics Type of clothes I buy, you can't sell Coincidence, the rappers of today, you can't sell Go shoot you and your mans so your crew can't tell Had to hit 'em up style, that's Blu Cantrell Look, rolling up Mary Jane, freak moving Alicia Keys Tie lead off on twelve gauges, looking like R&B While hoes Bad Santa with the clique, Adam Sandler You playing I'm with the game's been missing Santana Front on me is unlikely, I'm quite established Ice put the heat through your body, no fire challenge The way a baby wanna live my lifestyle is insane Stoner, bunch of young thugs in my rich gang A bunch of colors that don't make sense now It's fucked up that the boys in blue killed Mike Brown [Verse 3: SNS] They call me the black Benny Blanco, Icy Gang's honcho It's too many slim jims for me to act macho From a town where there's more mournings than Alonzo The way I illustrate, I'm like Basquiat, Picasso A real bully, these niggas is Nickelodeon Sweep 'em like a custodian, dynamite, no Napoleon Hoppin' out a Range froze and hang foes and bang bros You stink Hov when I change clothes Different hood but I live by the same code Even to the teachers in the school niggas never told When they tryna take your life you should never fold Youngins holding heat, fistfighting, getting old I put my pen to the bad, write some sinister jabs To record labels I'm delivering bags Toes in the tag, tape's on the scene From a city that never sleeps, they plot for the green I was taught to remain loyal make ones with your team And my verses are Jordan but my hooks are Kareem Little niggas in the field like that they get killed like that And the streets Middle East, it's real like that Look, murders in front of ocks, witnesses call the cops Niggas live down the block, beefin' about the plot After every party a new teenager getting shot For beefing over a girl or bragging 'bout what they got Look, old heads come home back to the kitchen All they know is trap, so a job is no decision Daughters getting thicker for their very own child Got to stuff some mace in a purse in case of a pedophile Facebook get you snapped, watch what you quoted Of pictures of guns or paraphernalia you uploaded I told my little sisters don't make me backhand ya Little girls nowadays, freaking on camera Pain is poverty and when you go through it alone Pain is knowing that your man never coming home Pain is pressure and pressure is a lesson, nigga I hope y'all get the message