Polo G (2019) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle132 lyrics

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Vince Staples


[Intro: Polo G & Funk Flex]
Yo, it's Polo G and I came to freestyle on Funk Flex and Hot 97
You know what it is, Funk Flex, Polo G's here
Mhm
We gon' get to it
I had a good time at the concert, my brother
'Preciate it
I enjoyed myself over there
Haha
Okay, DJ Juanito's on the set, let's do it
You got somethin'?

[Verse]
Scriptures for the trenches, this the real n*gga chronicles
Circ*mstances forced us to them streets, it wasn't optional
Think before your actions, that b*tch karma is unstoppable
Devil always workin', this life sh*t get diabolical
Always thankin' God, but big shout out to my mama too
Tryna be the greatest, I be thinkin' like what Pac would do
Had to ask myself, "Like why you in that cell and not the stu'?"
Took a lot to get here, this sh*t almost felt impossible
Look at me, I made it, overcame so many obstacles
Can't argue with a hater 'cause it's clear they don't think logical
I'm hot and you delusional, if you believe that's not the truth
Really earned my stripes up in this sh*t, how could you not salute?
I know I might never get my props if I'm an opp to you
Murder rate out of control, ain't really sh*t the cops could do
Livin' by the gun, the killers who we give our honor to
Got some screws missin', all them deaths hit me and knocked 'em loose
'Member ridin' back seat, tryna see who I could shoot
I hopped off that porch and it wasn't really sh*t my pops could do
1300 raised me, if you ain't gang, then I can't rock with you
Tim Tim, every August 12th, we turn up on that block for you
Twin 'nem died for us, it's only right we let off shots for you
Shorty, hot and them slide, and they gon' make sure somethin' drop for you
Diss one of my brothers, that's somethin' I advise you not to do
If they try to speed through Evergreen, flip that Honda Coupe
Shooters on that corner like they focused on they follow-through
Switches on them glizzies, time to show 'em what them Glocks'll do
Like the A-Team, when it's war, we bring them choppers through
Love Lil Wooski hot ass, he be posted with a jock or two
sh*t be fun and games 'til them bullets rain on top of you
Simple man, I like my women brown and my dollars blue
Got a pretty lady from the island, she tastes tropical
Long hair, smart and that mm is phenomenal
.223s deadly, b*tch, this AR spit out crayons
I be goin' hard for my warriors like Draymond, I put my hood on
They wanna kill me like I'm Trayvon
'Member I was locked up, they wouldn't let me out like Akon
Now I stay in Calabasas, I was in the lion's den
Talked about how long I lasted, came out with a fresh mink, some Dolce kicks and Gucci glasses
Finna take 'em for a ride, I just hope your seatbelt fastened
I was so depressed and broke, every day was filled with sadness
'Member in my junior year, I was failin' all my classes
Now I'm up in first class, flyin' over the horizon
I don't want no IG hoes, them goofy suckers for the plastic
A lot of n*ggas cappin', wanna kill them all to stop the madness
Same with the shenanigans, want my chain? Then come and grab it
Witnesses gon' tell a story, alright, look, this what happened
Dude reached his arm out, bunch of pistols got to blastin'
Broke my heart at fifteen to see my friend up in that casket
Do this for my fallen soldiers, so it's hard to stop from spazzin'
I'm like Leonard in the final
Silent killer at its finest, show him he consistent
Every album, I'm gon' drop a classic
I'ma beat the odds and die the greatest like that n*gga Cassius
Ayy, like that n*gga Cassius
Like that n*gga Cassius
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