Nick Grant | Funk Flex | #Freestyle018 lyrics

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CyHi


[Verse]
The high life, Mekhi Phif', let's make it rich
From going back and forth with that yay' like Taylor Swift
Your label getting lazy , you dealing with major sh*t
Listen b*tch, we in the house you barely can the rent huh?
Never caught in the trap, I'm just rebelling
Man, I much rather the preacher tell it than yell it
My competition sweet my n*gga tell it to Tevin
I Campbell soup the coupe while bumping Usher Confessions
Every ghetto possesses young intelligent felons
Was the guiding light while granny was watching Young and the Restless
Check, I thought I told you I'm a rare n*gga
Taking candy from the baby, kill the care giver
Bodies in trucks, don't make me Cassius Clay a n*gga
Life's a roller coaster, I'm being fair with you
Not underrated they just called on me now
You act like you ain't heard the single, I was born to get down
Going crazy listen baby, I got the formula now
This is big boy talk, I put on a few pounds
Yeah Flex " drop a bomb" on this sh*t my n*gga
We don proof, time two
Tuscan leather, what would the Fonz do?
100 models all in the crib straight from Milan
Was the sh*t before I came in the game, got that LeBron juice
Hustle like homeward bound I brought my dogs through
Don't be mad at me, be mad at who you signed to
n*ggas talking to pigs like they got swine flu
A( I)ma step above all these n*ggas baby, Tyronn Lue
Yeah flow stellar, I got my groove back
Goon rap , here's a king speech over boom bap
Who's that? Somebody clean the windows
These n*ggas seem suspicious, man I'm just cleaning different
Skinny jeans and Visvims, slyest innuendos
They point me at the line up, meaning that I'm that n*gga
Not your average rapper, my train of thoughts off the rail
Like a Marcus Garvey, Chevy all black and I park it well
I'm from the ghetto and trust that it taught me well
My shooters ill with the 'matic, n*gga "it ain't hard to tell "
Yeah forever young , uh I'm part Pharrell
Like a snake shedding skin, n*gga I'm off the scale
Get serenaded by hooks like a song with Miguel
Bout my broccoli and kale, yeah that Bobby De Niro
Talking so much money, I can make Oprah pop it for Gayle
You got the type of flow where you sit and rot on a shelf
At the drop of a dime, you collect calling for 12
Man this green will make you mad, back to my obvious self
Flex, who f*cking with me? None, I'm Kobe baby
These n*ggas overrated , the game is so forsaken
Okay it's back to business, we going corporate baby
Licking off them bald heads, Melvin Jodi baby
This goes out to them n*ggas who thought I'd fail
Was dark as hell, trust god and I prevailed
Ain't seen a rapper coming this strong since Melle Mel
n*gga please, you ain't cut from my cloth, Gordon Gartrelle ass n*ggas ...
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