Zoey Dollaz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle040

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[Verse] I'm a JAY-Z with Biggie rhymes I'm a Nas with Tupac mind I'm Kodak Black and Bobby Shmurda with two Glock Nines I'm a Dave East, mix it in with some AZ I'm Andre 3000 and Eminem, I'm a little crazy I'm a Jeezy with T.I.P I'm Luda mixed with Future Maybe I'm Mayweather mixed with the strength of the great Ali I'm a Meek Mill with a little bit of Game in me I'm Drake mixed with Kanye, the game in me I'm an Akon, mix it in with some Nate Dogg I'm a Snoop, probably thought I was gon say Wiz But I figured you should wait dog Chance The Rapper with a little Big Sean in me I'm a don like Fat Joe with bars like Ricky I should probably stay quiet but I'm gon' speak I'm Frank Lucas mixed with Big Meech I'm Jadakiss, once again you probably thought I said I was Styles P And I am what you say I am And if I wasn't, then why would you say I am Product of my environment, last of a dying breed Flex, these mumble rap niggas twins like Siamese Dead or alive, you will never be better than I I'm sick with rhymes, nigga, you better go get you a job Fuckin' with me, you bound to lose some money If this rap shit was a trophy, they'll never take it from me I'm the sickest nigga coming out My bars like an earthquake When I rhyme, I bomb shit, niggas comin' out Young nigga still reppin' D-A-D-E Still feel like a lot of niggas can't fuck with me When it comes to rap shit, I'm a dragon Spit that flame, leave a rap nigga all in ashes (Yeah) Niggas with a SoundCloud link think they a rapper Whatever I'm doin' ,well that shit probably don't matter Just cuz you rock designer shit don't make you real nigga Just cuz you get on trap beats don't make your ass a hitter Just cuz you talk about packs don't make your ass a dealer You talk about Act, boy, you probably not a sipper (Yeah) I'm never slippin', boy, that forty beatin' on reach Won't release, bet your ass take a long sleep Red dot looking like when a bomb beats Get your head popped, man, you better stay calm, G On a beat, I'm goin' off like fire drills Try me and get findin' axes like Silent Hills If he sick, man, he comin' out the hospital The way the boy handle bars like a bicycle (Yeah) I say he sicker than me, he better comin' out the hospital The way the boy handle bars like a bicycle