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Funk Flex - Hot 97 (Freestyle)

by Meek Mill

[Verse 1]
Mix the Balmain with the Bape shit
I been going Ape shit
Finna go banana like the K clip
Niggas talk about me
They see me and never say shit
Keep them suckers dipping and dodging like it's the matrix
Heart full of hatred
Show it on the Internet
Weird-o niggas in my comments but, we ain't into that
We was into making it double and try get it back
Buss a couple trap all in it and take that rental back
Couple hundred, tinted black
Tryna make a mill in it
I'ma let them shuffle
When I cut it gotta deal with it
When I got it, put my homies on like a real nigga
And they all still with us
Seen too many trill niggas fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Before I take a loss they goin' have to R.I.P. me
That will never happen, I take this war shit deeply
Young niggas starving in them trenches and they need me
They like "Meek Milly why don't you spit that crack again"
"Fake niggas up 3, bring us back again"
Riding down in Broad Street, I'm in that Bach again
I bully niggas, I'm like Mack again
Philly!
Money can't make me
Suckas can't break me
Back 2 Back jabs but, I'm still gettin' 80
Just to walk through and, have them hoes go crazy
All this Cash Money got me stuntin' like I'm Baby
Posted up with Nicki
That's when it get tricky
Niggas in they feelings
That's when it get Drizzy
Speaking on The Chasers
We defiantly get busy
We get money, stay 100
We don't ever keep it 50
And don't co-sign no rats, over here my G
Only scopes on them straps, over here my G
Lot of security with badges over there I see
You brought the law with you
I brought them hittas with me
It the nigga that I met, I thought was realer than me
I'm 'bout to take him 4th quarter, I can feel it in me
Catch him on the inbound
Watching for the shot clock
5, 4, 3, 2, 1
Pull up for the jump shot
Swish nigga

We used to play Sega
Now it's Glock .40's with the red lasers
Niggas wanna kill us
But they can't fayte us
Play them corners
We trapin' watchin for the damn neighbours
Call them cops on us
And we had them Glocks on us
Pockets full of rocks on us
They was sending S.W.A.T. for us
Super prejudice is what they said of us
Watching body's drop on a regular, it was regular
Say that it was cold, but really that shit effected us
Fell in love with hoe's, they the only one that accepted us
White folks is prejudice
So the foreign's all black
We done turned nothing into something, what'd you call that!
18 caught my first case, had to fall back
10 years of probation
Probably set us all back
Started in public housing, now we Kings
Grama and momma, we called them Queens
Chasing the money and, chasing dreams
Serving up people 'cause they was feins
In the north side of Philly
Where niggas will serve their mommas
And go and spend that money they made on new designer
They say I'm still stuck up in my ways and, to be honest
I probably am
Sorry your honor
I was made like this
I was raised like this
Selling Coke to get a meal
Shit I got paid like this
Woah!