funk flex (#freestyle140)

Singer:craft, marlon

don't compare me to them dudes you 'bout to compare me to

it ain't worth the time to get ate

yo they barely food

i'm a different brand of dude

lebron don't respond

when dudes call him out who can barely hoop

shit

i ain't hearing dudes

and hoes get as much hang time as my earning hoop

cause my girl hold my down an unreasonable amount

like what your label gave before they abandoned you

we be fly

but on the inside

shit we look like crash bandicoot

so never been a surface level dude

a wave rider

they some check with the circus set of dudes

chips i done bet a few

lost some but those my setup moves

now i got a better view so even thought my count down

i'm still like

two hands ahead of dudes

and trust me you can get slapped with either i'm telling you

only thing saving you is how crazy be my schedule

trying to balance malice while putting together clips

for online

like i was pusha in '09

speeding where i don't speak the language on road signs

and for me go time is go time

they like

yours coming soon

i'm like i know mine

i don't need validation i'm calibrating

give respect don't have to chase it

ogs can fuck themselves if need be

shit i dare masturbate 'em

not craft

kill anyone in his path

you can cry but do not laugh

you'll be starry

frustration and bitterness those past methods

i always had skills just ain't have leverage

shit i was throwing punches like cass' clay

but like ali i needed time to hone my last name

i need legacy

i'm looking past fame

all that shit gets me is awkward elevator convos

there's too much on my plate i gotta delegate it pronto

only work with family and legends that's the criteria

and ain't one freshman that's striking fear in the

rear of my head interior i ain't with rap squabbles

i just wanna be cheerier mostly i'm a sad dude

cause it's my least valued currency

but shit cash rules

no tattoos my exterior blank but my sleeve filled with my heart

and all my past wounds

while dudes out acting like baff-oons for a quick check

i'm in the bathroom doing power poses fighting anxiety

i'm still mad cool

i just don't gotta try to be

i came to add too so you can never minus me

so you can keep the attitude and the fear that you hide between

but when the truth is in the room just don't you dare lie to me

cause i belong to myself i'm my own man

i make decisions on the premise of whether or not that i will be my own fam

but look i ain't no stan of me

the self-critique is real

my mind about to impeach my will

sometimes it's easy to doubt yourself when they praise you

there's time i said if it comes to it and it came to

but any loss is just a prelude

cause you can turn ls to a w if you just adjust the angle

this shit that hurts you is the shit that make you

growth comes at the point of resistance

and if it's

one thing i can do shit it's motherfucking train dude

so i held myself back 'til i became a monster

so shout out to all my fears feel like they my sponsors

they in concert gave me conscience

made me conquer

made me bonkers

made be ponder how to part with all the shit that made me somber

almost got ate around 24

they made me mamba

and now we programmed to be pros at grammin'

i focus on the prose for the pose cause that's who i are

like

do they understand it?

the crafty never get undercut by the upper-handed

i eat so much on these beats

when this shit cut off

i'm like waiter what's the damage

who really fucking with me?

i don't need half the functions that i posses to be

the greatest living i'm like yo who want a kidney

this shit isn't fair really

they wouldn't dare feel me

you don't know yourself enough you ain't be introed to spec

they let that album play and halfway through the intro they vexed

hell's kitchen i done got my whole zip code respect

check

see i hold court in ball rooms

look

but ain't no sports and costumes

you wave ride with your cohorts this monsoon

leave em washed up if y'all on one i'm on two

and even if i don't win i ain't gonna lose

i'm finding ways to make it work just like an old remote

these guys be making excuses

dudes is the type to go

act like hoes and then blame it on they horoscope

shit

i swear your rappers talk too much

y'all the type to do brunch

fuck outta here

vamanos

on the gram talking hard making these bravado posts

but you don't like this place cause they don't got your avocado toast

shit

how it took me to rap hard again

why is it bougie just to emphasize the art again

you wanna make the team homie

work harder then

lotta y'alls getting cut first like the barber friend

i finish school for the degree

left with a bachelors

had to bring the funk on flex to get my masters

shit

i made cheers from a lot of laughter

i stand behind what i write but i'm never backwards

and i was raised up in hell's kitchen

i used to hoop uptown

i ain't do much missing

i hung with everyone from ivey leaguers to gang bangers

mathletes to 'caine slangers

and they was type different

but see like not really you dig

i mean the values be similar

but the system is rigged

i got to college where these herbs is all moving the blow

out in the open

where i'm from you supposed to move on the low

so it ain't really 'bout your aptitude it's more geographical

rules more unilateral than practical

it's more based on the tone of your skin than anything factual

a lot of folks entitled to what they ain't give no action to

shit

and even these just words

i'm watching kids on twitter cryin'

actin' all butt hurt

but in life they gentrifyin'

lyin' and they willing

to even sacrifice one yearn

that shit be fake concern

i try to know a thing or two about what i speak about

i aiming for the pinnacle i'm bout to reach it now

i'm vip but still rap like i'm in the bleachers now

don't make me put your whole career up on a t-shirt now

and all these fucking rappers fear for love of feature now

the pretty women used to front but now they reaching out

them haters try but can't stop me they doing reaching fouls

you can see my aura dangle from me like some sequins now

my region need me now

put me to the test

fuck a regents now

you can't standardize greatest

try to write off my bars you can't vandalize statements

imma keep making noise 'til i get amplified payments

look

i used to drown all in anxiety

i never thought that this many people would admire me

i used to cry and bump man on the moon in its entirety

i'm make a living now off of what ate me up privately

so don't you muhfuckers dare lie to me

shit you better put some respect on my shit

like i ain't tell you motherfuckers i had next in this shit

now i'm on screens they wanna act like they projected this shit

homie i play texas hold 'em with the chips that's on my shoulder

sometimes i wonder if i'm the only one getting older

a bunch of child egos in positions of power

power don't make credibility you bitches is cowards

out here trying to front like the appeal ain't massive

like this emcee ain't coming up like nasir name backwards

i'm risin'

the people jonesin' for the real again

it's here family

them lames

i beat em cause i love em that's that real family

shit

i had to smack the fake out 'em

then i keep it moving cause no one ever made a way poutin'

that's real

and they might not play this on playlists

but they ain't the only ones to make lists

i've been taking names

and when the tables turn

oh there be some used gum

the game was looking gruesome until i grew some

cause they'll give you two options and be like choose one

act like you deciding

that ain't a choice

homie use your voice

i tell the kids the world is oh so yours

peep the musical progression in my vocal chords

we worry 'bout the life lesson

the photos more

my mind be almost full

like a four-on-four

shit i be stressed

but i know that i'm gone no more

i know the sequel gone be better

cause my life ain't a movie yet

but people start like they love me when they ain't knew me yet

up and coming but y'all i've got the soul of a gloomy vet

a lot of folks blind of who they are

clayton bigsby

i'm still broke but learned long ago that money can't fix me

they tryn' go viral

i'm tryn' make history

they all trolls and shit

i'm over

i'm like the bridge be

the door to the game is ajar

like where the tips be

i'm tryna tip toe through it and if you really made it through the

house with integrity

i'm trying to be your student

like

how'd you find time to be so prudent

cause these motherfuckers is shadier than my assumed mentor

my greatest fear's 'fore i blow up

i soon get bored

cause i'm years ahead i send my messaging from other planets

i try to take shots

but all their messaging is underhanded

rick barry free throws

but they ain't as accurate

never seen someone who spit savage

just with this acumen

all the shit they sweep under the rug now i'm vacuuming

i'm really gone put an end to this actin' shit

look

and only future legendaries be a part the crew

my roots in this shit is deep like the man whose

ideas a darker hue

he did ten minutes

thought i needed 11 to prove i's best in it

shit until i realized that i can't be black thought

anymore than he can be the kid from hell's kitchen

i'm a better me than him

so shout out to big homie

hope he see this shit

yeah

my confidence is ambitious but not delusional

i've got more soul than half your faves in my cuticles

so apologies for what i had to do to y'all

but duty calls

the real is back bitch who are y'all

Lyric Context: funk flex (#freestyle140) - craft, marlon