T-Top & Goodz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle050

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[Verse 1: Goodz] Ten dollars an hour just ain't enough to live Might gamble and go to jail, fuck up big Pops left, glad my mother love her kids They say a woman can't make a man, well my mother did And a damn good one, I'm talkin' something big When it's beef I don't grill I'm tryin' to touch her rib And I got the sauce to do it (Uh) New panoramic Porsche to prove it Your block, I bring coffins to it Come between me and this green, ain't got the floss to do it (Flex!) You looking at King Kong playing ping pong With these wack rap niggas with theme songs, dream on I keep faculties on a green foreign Paint it yellow and green, it look like peas and cream corn This is effortless, same time recklessness Trip nigga check a chick, I just checked the chick Her man come then them texts will spark And I don't' ask nothing, why question marks? You ain't gotta like the artist but respect the art Cuz if we both strike together we could catch a spark What are you, wired up? Trying to figure out where the drugs are kept? Well live wires never tell where the plugs connect Would you rather? Love, respect? I would say love but I love respect Getting cash now, you would call the shots but got to be smart Cuz we was taught to kill up cash cows before the beef start You gangbang high blunt, that heat spark Pump all the blood you want, you still need heart Yeah, you still need heart Can't start the drive without it, that's the key part Bronx nigga 'til they bury me there Grew up on one rule: never be scared Let it rain money, I'll just get up and catch it I'm good, dog, I can make the coke sit up and backflip Never trust them, I ain't got shit for them bastards ATM what? I just lift up my mattress Don't need a Bank in America, that's y'all dough I'm trying to chase some mail, as well as a Fargo Still, never have love for the money Cuz if you do, it'll make you act bug for the money My daughter said "Daddy, I want a tub full of money" Gave her a debit card, now learn how to budget your money (Yeah) I've been icing all week Gucci flip flops and some Michael Kors tees Standby to be fly, I'm the shit for life Nigga you fly where? You musta missed your flight When it all gone, don't want to see a brick in sight If I knew you for some time, you get a different price Treat it like a bad kid, you got to whip it right Imagine chopping up a brick with a kitchen knife I'm talking real raps, raps off the dome Rappers coming off stations singing raps off they phone Like what the fuck we do that at? Look at me, nigga, real rap back Yeah, half a gallon, I'm the man If you broke, you just wouldn't understand So they made a different cloth when they cut mine Tough guys don't act tough with the tough guys Don't like the seats, I told the dealer to gut mine Cuz I'ma eat, I'll be walking with that tray like it's lunchtime Yeah, they used to call me Fatso (Huh) Let my pockets stay fat so If you get it all the way up and throw it back slow To sip some Remy Ma and get acquainted with this fat Joe I'm in a coupe bumpin' Punisher Your ice really violate me, I will punish ya Yeah, let my little goonies come for ya We decorate your frame, I'll move around your furniture All these rappers talking bars, I'm like bars what? I'm in the street dodging bars, cups, cops, police, pigs, rats It's hard not to squeeze these big gats I'm telling ya, nigga start telling, it ain't no helping ya Put a shell in your back, I'll Donatello ya Worker come up short, I won't yell at ya Just demote him to Knicks, I'll Carmelo ya Handgun with a scope, you've never seen that? When you all the way up, you got to lean back And make plans on how to keep that green stacked And nine to five, I was asking where the fiends at If you still so cracked, nigga, you washed up I was bathing it letting that crack wash up Letting soft white turn into some hard stuff Deceit's but a soft white, my nigga, get your cards up Half a gallon, I'm the man If you broke, you just wouldn't understand Free Easy [Verse 2: T-Top] I say Berettas got soul soon as Berettas got old I've been using Draco (Hold on ... Hold on) I say, I say Berettas got old when Berettas got soul Now I'm using Dracos, yeah, shout out to Big Soulja My little brother's still trying to get him a break so It got niggas out on the grip doing straights form I told my niggas I be back again Or I got this little van that I could pack us in Cuz now I'm doing my traffickin' with the trappin' shit And tryin' to fuck something up everywhere that I haven't been Some of them came but most of them didn't And now that everyone that came, shit, most of them winnin' And if they losin', we couldn't handle what we was givin' Man, you should have said that bullshit from the beginning Dog, I try to blow with my friends knowing But it's hard to try to smoke with the wind blowing Just an analogy, you'll get it later Hey, them niggas mad at me for getting paper How, I made the best out of my situation You could have done the same thing, but you niggas playing And now you on your Instagram like my nigga made it The sad part is you hate to say it (Damn) And it feel good to see my mama smile Cuz for the longest time I couldn't make my mama proud Shit, she looked at me like a problem child Cuz every time she looked at me she see my father's smile Hey, it made her cry sometimes, I know it Shit, I even cry sometimes, I just ain't show it I learned a long time ago never show your emotion Cuz they'll try to play your face, all I need is a token So what you gon' tell me 'bout your life? When I could make a movie off me and my bro life Bitch, I seen my mother have a stroke twice My pops got killed trying to live that dope life And I ain't even meet him yet Cocaine flows, I ain't even spitting needles yet Used to rob magazine stands just to see a jet But nowadays I got to find a mirror just to see the best (Shit) And what about before that? I swear to God I feel like a rich nigga's doormat Why? We moved up but it was more rats And more snakes in the tall grass I had a vision by the... (Aww, man. Part life, man. You already know what I'm doing.) [Verse 3: Goodz] She just want a fat ass and a tummy tuck So he can throw dollars in the air, get your money up What, you prefer that Mac, well this the runner up Stupid bird go quack, I tell him dummy duck If you weird doing style now, run amok Tight pants and colored hair, they ain't one of us Want to hear some real raps, I'll be glad to I'm from that era where really rapping, you had to I'm a dude that rap, I'm not a rap dude Shoot your block up, spin a corner, and come back through Soon as you raise your hand, I'm coming at you Sticks and stones don't break bones, they build statues You can't feed a grown lion cat food We both get bills but yours is past due I get money sick, I get the cash flu Got me picking through this paper like a raffle Yeah! [Verse 4: T-Top] Bitch I grew up piss poor with my family up in the projects Really a trap house but we treated it like the projects Daddy's gone, no problem, nigga, I got you I take a 50 piece and knock it off for some profit My uncle in that back room blasting off like a rocket It's hell but he'll forget all the skeletons in his closet He used to be the man but he still think that he got it He be braggin' 'bout the haters while looking just like a zombie, yeah And my cousin on that cat piss Wonder why we ain't have shit