Funkmaster Flex
Don Q | Funk Flex | #Freestyle167
[Verse 1]:
I get high just to balance my lows
Word through the grapevine; they tryna challenge my flows
But I don't see nobody as far as challengers go
I'm passionate that my talent is why I sat with the pros
We was on the ave with it with that Marilyn Rose
A half for a whole
Come and get it; just grab it and go
These n***as don't even rap about what they actually know
Watch a movie then write a song reenacting the role
I took accomplice then I found my own path on the road
I be walking through that valley alone
I can't speak about no shootings that done happened on behalf of the bros
But try snatching my gold
Then I'm clapping this pole
If I came out with it, I'm ready to have a bang out with it
Out the back window, trying to hang out with it
For real, I seen the toughest n***as take the stand
So don't think I trust you n***a cuz I shake your hand
These n***as moving ass backwards
I heard the streets asked for it; I'm back snapping
Gotta just move fast-forward; no backtracking
Tryna up my tax brackets
N***as think they thugs cuz they got tats and they hat backwards
When I'm on them drugs, its a bad habit
I bite the pill like Leroy did the bullet on The Last Dragon
Would you believe mama said I need rehabilitation
What you are now seeing is a legend in the making
[Interlude]:
Hol' on
Yeah uhh
What you are now seeing is a uhh
Yeah

[Verse 2]:
Bitch it's Corleone; all about my provolone
Had fiends high as ET when they phoning home
Remember Sosa crashed the 'ghini; he had to tow it home
Seen n***as fight crack charges that never sold a stone
It's n***as with me that's toting chrome; that scope is home
Looking for the safe; he don't show the code, leave broken bones
I turned the crib to a trap when I was Home Alone
You bugging if you talking bout them crimes on the mobile phone
You read through the lines; they feeding you lies
It ain't really what it seem, like when you see a mirage
I walk in with the heat by the thighs
357, he survived; then he really beating the odds
You see how I rise? Look at me and see growth
Crack charges, strap charges; I done beat both
It ain't for debate n***a; I don't need votes
I'm the one who broke the lock for the door when the key broke
How you trying to compare?
You trying us where?
Know I will body him here and I solemnly swear
Uh-oh, it's him again; I'm rubbing it in they skin
My shooter come prepared to spin like who, what, where and when
It's crazy how my L's look better than n***as wins
How you pull up to a club and your section is full of men?
On a large scale of 1-10; these n***as all 12
Give the cut to your cops and get your car tailed
All held, I back out and watch his broad yell
It's packed out; the traphouse look like a yard sale
Lyrical crack; I'm the rap cartel
I went to church but I still gave my moms hell
I don't sleep much; these addys help me keep up
Way before Felipe's; I could take you back to that free lunch
Where n***as hit the dice spot and gamble all of they re-up
Where n***as panic and switch sides and line the team up
Now you heading up shit's creek; you think it's sweet huh
They put him six feet; they caught him sleeping with his feet up
I've seen both sides of the war
Them .45 hollows for sure; go through both sides of the door
They coming to put you in a bow-tie in the morgue
It's nothing to see a n***a's soul rise to the Lord
Mob shit; get a n***a throat tied with a cord
I pray to the most high; we be on top of the Forbes
Don