Oun-P | Funk Flex | #Freestyle028 lyrics

[Verse 1: Oun-P & Funk Flex]
I said starving'll have a n*gga contemplating on robbing
At gunpoint, have a n*gga duckin' and dodgin'
In the field busting checks, swiping them cards
And you don't care about them felonies that you could get charged with
Starving'll make you do your connect dirty, I'm stating facts
Take the work on consignment knowing you ain't gon' pay it back
Have you trippin', showing all of your crazy ways
Can't really tell a n*gga nothing that haven't ate in days
Have you stressin' tryin' to help it with the pills
Wifey put you out 'cuz you wasn't helping with the bills
You hot now, feel like your soul melting on a grill
You losin' it, your close friends begging you to chill
Even your side b*tches curving you, it's making you weak
These b*tches could smell a broke motherf*cker from deep
But it's always gon' be light at the end of the tunnel
And when you hot, watch how many n*ggas want to become you
When you see Oun, you think of a bar show, car show
Tallest how I stand in the field, a young Marlo
n*ggas be runnin' they mouth, tryin' to excite the D's
Y'all call it snitchin', I call it biting cheese
Had to switch it up, hate doing the same sh*t
Atlantic City trips tryin' to double what I came with
Blackjack table tryin' to clean up the place
While I'm playin' I'm steady praying for a king and a ace
I'm out of this world, Star Wars, my swag is beyond yours
Fell in love with the Concords 'til I spotted the Tom Fords
After the club, to the crib is where these whores going
Have 'em all sucking di*k 'til their jaw swollen
Around the right people, sh*t gon' get real this year
Convos is different when you having 'em with millionaires
These b*tches be fiending for the pipe
These fiends'll spend their green when they fiending for the white
These strippers be having mans, let me bring you to the light
Throw enough singles on 'em and they'll be single for the night
I don't trust b*tches and that there is the reason
Ain't it funny how once I c*m she leaving?
Hurt me, I'm making you feel pain
Stomp me out, I'm coming back like the n*gga that killed Caine
Trust nobody this here is a real game
One look will tell me if you real or real lame
Don't talk sh*t 'cause the camera in your face
That'll make a n*gga want to put the hammer in your face
All it take is one shot to do damage to your face
And if you run off you better hope your stamina is straight
They thirsty to let the tooly blow
My young wolves is nothing like Ricky Rubio
Same n*gga in the streets and studio
I'm coolin' though, it's official over here you should know
And them goons be making noise in the hood (BRONX!)
Saw a dead body before I saw Boyz 'N' The Hood
I ain't tryin' to raise my boys in the hood
But 'til I got it to move, there's no avoiding the hood
It's money for everybody, f*ck singing a sad song
Flex, you know how much money I passed on?
Could've called my connect to get my stash long
His dope so strong gotta bag it with a mask on
I don't trust people that be drivin' from the law
I judge you how you actin' when you right there in my face
The money y'all n*ggas talking 'bout is right here in the safe
Sometimes I play broke to try to see who's here to stay
Now who's here to stay? n*ggas be in the way
20/20 vision, I'm seeing 'em clear as day
No competition, I been beating on the rest
Since Warrior was in the ring beating on his chest
Your day ones will be the ones to sneak you in a sec
And the ones you just met be treating you the best
Not a killer but for creeping on the set
Your soul will be awoken while you sleeping in the flesh
This pimp sh*t got me turning up my collar
This baby face be making b*tches want to holla
Stay in your lane, don't be f*cking up my dollars
The situation could get uglier than Shabba, uh
I get low and do the dance on 'em
Huf socks with the marijuana plants on 'em
Don't be putting your hands on him, have him transforming
Tears and liquor is gon' be what all your mans' pouring
Is what you make it, growing up it was rough for us
Government assistance ain't really give enough to us
We wasn't in the Louis store coppin' all the custom stuff
We was outside the sh*t plottin' on the customers
You either played ball or was a hustler
'Cus if not the bad b*tches wouldn't f*ck with ya
I did both to get my chicken together
And that there, why I'm f*cking two chickens together, huh!
I share thoughts, I don't care about their thoughts
Used to drink on the block, now I drink in the airport
When I get back you already know that I'm home though
How you call somebody a nobody that's known though?
I'm grown though, I don't play kid games
Mean wrist game, could tell that I'm doing big things
I'm true to this, been doing this, not new to this
I probably had bars when I was in my mom's uterus
n*ggas see the movement is moving they want to move with us
If you ain't day one then your news ain't getting through to us
Used to bag a b*tch, then I bag up her friend
f*cked them in hoopties, couldn't afford the f*ckin' back of a Benz
And I don't brag to my friends about how I'm stackin' them ends
I could do Gucci, but I like army jackets and Timbs
Sometimes I be getting low but then I'm right back again
Rappin' in cyphers, n*ggas be scared to go after him (BRONX!)
Y'all still be talking sh*t that y'all be imaginin'
I talk about the sh*t that really be happenin'
Flex, the kid deserves it, paint verses, picture perfect
You n*ggas worthless, straight dead, go get the hearses
Straight beast, I come around, it get you nervous
Y'all clowns, this industry is a f*ckin' circus
My b*tch bad, designer sh*t, she switchin' purses
Couple watches, sometimes I like to switch on purpose
We are nothin' alike, I'm a different person
My bars block your light, it's like I'm spittin' curtains
All this talk online 'bout how you n*ggas workin'
Y'all looking real bad out there, y'all n*ggas hurtin'
What you say in your raps we don't see in person
Don't try to ride my wave now that you see me surfin'
Writer's block? Bars unlimited
I run through lines, way more than Emmitt did
Y'all 'gon see results when I cop a crib where the winners live
Tryin' to see how the feelin' is to own and not rent a crib
Nights I was starvin' wondering where the dinner is
Nights I was carvin' wondering where to spend the sh*t
Whether you got to know me, get down on you n*ggas' friend of his
They don't really know me, they just be good at pretendin' it
Bronx n*gga, Bronx ways, Bronx membership
The Bronx birthed the game, it's time that I start killin' sh*t
Oooh wait, the money be the aroma
Feds at the Rucker tryin' to sniff out all the owners
Everybody eatin' nobody got no diplomas
High grade's what we smoke, n*gga we stoners
Hands out for what? We ain't no loaners
Good di*k will put your b*tch in a coma
Wake up and si-
[Outro: Funkmaster Flex, Murda Mook & Oun-P]
HOL' UP! HOL' UP! HOL' UP! HOL' UP! HOL' UP!
You know what it is, Hot 97, we in that Bronx, Murda Mook, Oun-P!
Now listen... that's called mothaf*ckin' bars, n*gga!