Work's Never Over [Funk Flex Freestyle]

Uh, First off, no I ain't soft
Eeny meeny, any one of you will get broke off
Sayin' you the truth nigga look like false
Just talk too much and you look like narcs
More than the king look up to the gods
In my own lane your shit garbage
My shit poppin' your shit Amish
I been grindin', no other option
We ain't even started, still the beginning
Tell them this my shot with
A lime and a lemon
It's no more limit's it's ho's in my linen
There’s holes in your story you
Been telling for a minute
Been all round the city never seen you in it
Back then with a 4X tee and a fitted
Been riddin' in a bucket but
I paid for that shit still got it
Just dropped thirty K in that bitch
Blunt long as an AK, sprayin' in this bitch
Same nigga since day 1, you gay nigga' switch
When the dough start coming tell
Em' live is a risk
Talkin' bout bars got life get a grip

I said work's never over, money gettin' older
Never see me walking with a
Chip on my shoulder
Show price going up, every single quarter
Got you nigga's cornered
Call the fuckin' coroner
Out of town, all the time, I'm a foreigner
In a foreign girl, I can transform ya
Reppin' that West side California
Make a wrong turn
Your chain in the pawn shop
Streets ain't playin'
Nigga's back on they bullshit
Better find an OG and get
To payin' dues bitch
I said I'm good in the hood yo
And you nigga's wifen hood ho's
Hold up, said hold up me? Nigga get ran over
Rose up from the roaches
Now I need a crib big enough to
Fit a boat in motha fucka

Rifles out, beard like the Russians
Octagon tub in the silk drawers, the dutches
Model that clayborne
Posing in black sayin' the day gone
Swimmin trunks gold, with the suede on it
The rap version of Frank Ward
The mad cape and the sword
Home in Columbia call me a killa
Fried fish Friday's, fresh to death
Waves are sideways
Blunt out, I'm ready to buy paper bag stunna
Trench coat 40 on the throat
All I know, take money, wanna?
Besides bread max in lounges, feet up coolin'
Merlot bottles get blown by the thousands
Heard I was browsing, but I was upstairs
In the room chillin' smoking bout
To blow hundred thousand
Real niggas wiling, fucking on
The balcony styling, remember the family
Peace I'm out Ink