Millyz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle049

Lyrics

[Verse] My city get cold, even in the middle of summer I sit and I wonder 'bout how we let the bullshit become us Cuz I lost a lot of guys on the come up Used to plot on a Hummer but now the state pen's providing its number I got four brothers booked, this isn't a movie I swim in jacuzzies with women that's considered as groupies Spark a stogie and I listen to Boosie Sippin' this D'usse before I starve, rather fill up an Uzi I live with a plan so I ain't doin' shit for the gram Cuz hoes will fuck the lead singer just to get to the bands But I'm in and out the country, taking flicks with the fans Gat the first thing smoking if this shit hit the fan Off of the Henny how my day go Out in San Diego on my eighth show Shit I be on the road 'til like April On the phone with Rachel texting back with eight hoes Sex in every second, she gon' bust it when I say so And I ain't even into that but I'mma make her bend it back Pimping never hit the track but bitches really send me racks Guess it's how a sinner act Movie time, Cinemax Haters got to live with that, I really get it in with rap And Flex, they don't know my expenses Loyalty is free but lawyer fees get expensive Judging my behavior, it been clearly reprehensive And everyone around me got a record that extensive And everyone around me had to get it out the trenches Like before Major League I had to get it on the benches Caught my first quarter then I went and served my six man Big grams, turn my little haters into big fans You now rockin' with the best to do it I make a deaf man invest in music, the vibration is real Pray for bro, he on the second appeal He like Millyz make that music, did it give him the chill So Flex, I got to take it bigger than skills I got to tell you how the homie got addicted to pills And he been trying to get clean but it be getting him ill Them Xanny bars got him living in invisible jail, ill That's how it go up in Mass Before they get to grow up in Mass How do we kill 'em? Blow up in mass I said... Cut the hair on my head, the homie's chrome Something's wrong, something knocked the cranberry out your whole muffin Shout out to the strippers on the pole hustling Don't ever let 'em take you out your zone Fuck 'em cuz they gon' judge you like they judge me Right now, these weirdos in the comments saying "Fuck me!" But they don't know the risks I had to take, shit, it was just me Back against the wall, I couldn't even pay the bus fee Yeah, my life a movie, it's a must see Three years ago, I woke up and I said "Fuck sleep!" I'ma go and get it, put distractions aside I crashed on the road in life and hopped back in the ride (Flex!) I been doubted, hated, and flexed on But I kept my head high, expecting to flex bones I'ma make it happy for the time that I stress moms I'm the one that big money need to invest on Devil on my heels but I run with God I made it out of Sped School screaming "Fuck the odds!" Paid lawyer with me, he like "Fuck the charge!" Bullets had to duck and dodge, now we thinkin' custom cars I learned a lot from friends bein' disloyal Put my grind in a pot and watch the shit boil I got it on my own, I ain't got shit for you California recreation. smokin' on this meditation I used to pop downers, now it's elevation Levitation, thirty thousand feet up in a different nation I still be tryin' to re-up while my bitch complainin' But if rap gettin' slow, I've gotta hit the pavement Still I take a double shot of Remy straight It's rare to meet a real one but there's plenty fake My little brother trappin' out of several states So if I touch first, I sneak 'em over Heaven's gates Cuz I know that God fucks with me A lot of hustle, it was never luck with me A couple people stopped believing, should've stuck with me Over black everywhere, day ones in the truck with me fuck with me Flex, I'm really on my glow up Side chick out in DR, titties getting sewn up Sippin' lean with Fat Trel, raise the Styrofoam cups Thought that we would fold up cuz you don't really know us My brodie got a life sentence, took it like a man The judge told him "Stand for it", he ain't even stand Pussy rappers hatin' on me, subbing on the Gram But I don't rap with suckers though, they couldn't understand I said some shit like... (He's too good.) Brodie got it on him and it's evident His gun big as an elephant and Trump is now my president Play the music in the club, it get him extra hype We send a stripper to the pole like election night My only goal is make a million off it Try to do it while Obama's still in office Lookin' like I'm falling six figures short So I got to take my hustle to a different court Started in the Pee Wees made it to the D League Vacuum seal pounds in the trunk and still I free breeze Oops I mean Febreze, pop them blueys like a leave Tryna shine overseas like Shyne in Belize, right