Funk Flex | Freestyle #107 [2018]
Yeah, yeah, part two shout out Flex
Shout out Puff cleveland
Ayy ayy young gunner
Alright Flex, look
Where were you when I was down
I got questions now, it's all these hoes in
The lounge at the Westin
I just met somebody’s parents
Left a bad impression
They smelled a package that I just
Picked up from the reception
Hey, fuck 'em, I'm stressin'
I don’t learn my lesson
Customs locked me down in
LAX for coke possession
Just had a publicist that left
Said I was too aggressive
Then had a ex that couldn’t stand
Me 'cause I'm not possessive
Impressive, haha, I just want to say
I ditched the VMAs and went back up the way
Ayy from the ghetto to a rock god
Hit 'em up like 'Pac let's just keep it G
Only Eazy I fuck with is E (damn)
I seen he dyed his hair
And got a hanging earring
I fucked his girl, now he look like me
This shit overbearing
How dare him, I dare him
Don’t think about comparing
Man turn that frat rap off
I’m getting sick of hearing
I’m in LA, at my spot
Right next door to Terrence
I’m knocking on the door next
Time I see Kanye’s McLaren
Like, I need beats (ayy)
Like, hook me up with Kendall
Man, all the masses out in
Calabasas got me mental
Bitch, I’m a dog, yeah
I came up out the kennel
And that teardrop on my partner
Eye ain't cause he's sentimental
Look, I told you, I told you that I’m coming
(yeah) they should've left me doing pop
Y’all don’t want me gunnin'
My daughter's with me, ain’t no school yet
It’s the end of summer so close your ears
Your daddy’s bout to kill these motherfuckers
Lyrically, I’m 6 feet I'm
23 MJ on the beat I'm
Stronger, faster by design
I’m a Lambo, you’re a Nissan
I’m the big bad wolf, no peace sign
Gonna give these fans their tea time
I would tell their man’s he’d be fine
But then I’d be lying
I’m mobbing in that all-black Range
With a long list of names, duct taped
Y’all ain't safe (ugh)
Clinically, I’m insane
Industry is full of lames
Gone when the cops came (ugh)
Paper planes (ugh) sugar cane (ugh)
To the brain, bottle drained, numb the pain
(ugh)
I’m just saying (ugh) I’m ashamed (ugh)
I paved this lane and they
Don’t even say my name
Yeah, I’m white, yeah, I’m
Rock and roll, yeah, i got soul
Yeah, my daughters black, yeah, I
Love to rap, yeah, i’m fighting back
Yeah, I hate the fame, wish I had a mask
Yeah, I got pulled over with
My stylist, had no license, and a strap
Plead the fifth, that ain’t Saks (ayy)
Speak some facts (ayy)
All you dummies love money, do some math
Seven digit's in my 20’s (yuh)
A misfit, fuck the critics, everyone of yah
I used to burn a Fader magazine in public
(yah) just 'cause one journalist, a hater
And a sucker (yah)
High school reunion on my calendar
You know I’m ready
I’m leaving tour just to show up
You now I’m fucking petty
I ain’t forget none of you pussies and the
Rest of y’all been playing too long
Let's take it back to Vegas on
My 22nd at the Palms got a call
My life was being threatened by a pimp
He ain’t know I’m in the room
With 20 goons and J prince now, I’m pissed
Y’all done made me talk my shit
I was chillin'
Now I’m back to being a villain in this bitch
2012 came to Flex now this is part two
Fuck with me and part three
Might be about you kells
