Corey Finesse | Funk Flex | #Freestyle047 lyrics

by

Quentin Miller


[Verse 1]
Death before dishonor apologies your honor
But they label me a suspect 'cause I’m black and that's a problem
They sentenced Cueno to a hundred years without an option
That hurt and that sh*t f*cking with my conscious
Man this system out of pocket
Try my best to slow down on that Henny
But my anger and the pain don't ever let me
I'm losing love for many
Too much bottled up but when the time is right I'm ready
You gon' miss me when I'm gone just don't forget me
In the lab I'm cooking up they calling me the chemist
Free my n*gga Taxstone he one of the realist
People talking to the world he's labeled a killer
But I know him and I know we see the bigger picture, I don't get it
Left my hood alone cause it was nothing there for me
Every other day I gotta hear stories, that sh*t's so wack
Plenty nights I wanna get my gat
One life and you can't get that back so I stay humble
I'm addicted to hustle, I love to work so I'm addicted to struggle
For what is worth I say f*ck what they say
I came here to take my spot I'm putting cuts on they pay
Strippers love me throwing ones in their face, Be safe tho'
n*ggas talking like they made me
Im'a shine regardless though keep acting shady
I did a lot but never hated on my Dave East sh*t
Showing no weakness I been playing defense
Shout out to the cuz tho he got up on the remix
Appreciate the love bro' cause in this game you need it
Loyalty is everything but they don't know the meaning
Karma came around and that's my b*tch I know you seen her
I used to have the product on my block I was a target for the cops
I was young and I was hot but now I'm different
Wait I forgot to mention that I used to keep a "Smith n'" for the drama
Cause the options tryna ride up we ain't slipping
I miss my n*gga Shyste I lost my brother life to cripping
Lately I been on it f*ck these b*tches ain't nobody see my vision
When I had no pot to p*ss in we was broke
Got the chance and went to Rosenberg is crazy how I choke but I embrace it
Cause time is running out and they been waiting
Mommy been so patient. Me? I'm running out of patience
I'm just getting older all this weight that's on my shoulders
Ma don't worry I'm a soldier and I promise I'ma make it
[Verse 2]
Reminiscing rolling weed up and kicking my feet up
Before these Louis V's I was rocking Adidas
I was trapping harder than f*cking Abriah
Now I feel like Ace when he walked out the cleaners
I finger f*cked a Nina like it was a diva
Kept it on me couldn't tell tho cause of my demeanor
I was in the fields when you was watching Cousin Skeeter
They said life is a b*tch but you gotta know how to treat her
Hold up this sh*t get deeper I lost Shyste to the streets
Ever since I been riding so I know we rest in peace
Cueno went up got indicted sent him comma every week
He still in there trying to fight it I just hope they set him free
And I hope when n*ggas see they keep that same energy
Cause I'm tired tryna hide my pain by drinking Hennessy
Grab my spliff and hit the booth and spit whatever come to me
Best believe I ain't gon' hesitate if n*ggas come for me
On the come up I'm from where n*ggas run up
And make the winter feel just like summer
Stay woke don't slumber I miss Shyste we was just like brothers
And he really was the reason why I picked that gun up
We was young, we was dumb but we had great mothers
We was wiling and we ain't think of 'em acting like life ain't nothing
On the block and the late night puffin
Cops catch us and they like "cuff 'em"
We just wanted to hustle
We ain't have no choice and we black
So we ain't have no voice, had to stand on point
Music took me out the streets I sing that sh*t with passion
From the bottom they never thought I would make it happen
Was on the corner til the morning just to get some Jordans
Been recording and performing now my name important
Got a daughter she so gorgeous swear I do it for her, name Kimora
Workin, I been grinding, I been prayin for her
Men lie, women lie, but the numbers don't
One lie, new lie, but on anotha note
I gotta story to tell 'bout how I grew up in hell
When I was just a little boy they threw my daddy in jail
Three years later got deported soon as he left the cell
Damn, never made it home so me and Mommy stayed alone
Waiting by the phone she had to raise me on her own
Lil' vagabond I couldn't stay up off that road
Why? cause I kept seeing c notes
I see these n*ggas plotting so I keep the heat close
(Krrrt) the only thing that we know
The weed we smoke don't come from the East Coast
I gotta a bad b*tch too bad that ass is plastic
It do not matter you know that I'm a savage
I'm 'bout to do a f*cking back flip
I put that working and that sh*t got me active
Million dollar meetings while they sleep I stay woke
I don't party on the weekends go hard or go home n*gga
I was once a known dealer had to elevate
Before the people build a case and try to throw me in a cage
Flex I can do this all night
Got that bag and they mad sh*t I've been doing alright
Pull out in that black on black or I might do it all white
I'm the man I know you..and I know you got the kite
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