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
i'm a different brand of dude
when dudes call him out who can barely hoop
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
shit we look like crash bandicoot
so never been a surface level dude
they some check with the circus set of dudes
lost some but those my setup moves
now i got a better view so even thought my count down
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
speeding where i don't speak the language on road signs
and for me go time is go time
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
you can cry but do not laugh
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
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
no tattoos my exterior blank but my sleeve filled with my heart
while dudes out acting like baff-oons for a quick check
i'm in the bathroom doing power poses fighting anxiety
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
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 be ponder how to part with all the shit that made me somber
and now we programmed to be pros at grammin'
i focus on the prose for the pose cause that's who i are
the crafty never get undercut by the upper-handed
i eat so much on these beats
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
see i hold court in ball rooms
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
act like hoes and then blame it on they horoscope
i swear your rappers talk too much
y'all the type to do brunch
on the gram talking hard making these bravado posts
but you don't like this place cause they don't got your avocado toast
how it took me to rap hard again
why is it bougie just to emphasize the art again
you wanna make the team homie
lotta y'alls getting cut first like the barber friend
i finish school for the degree
had to bring the funk on flex to get my masters
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 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
i got to college where these herbs is all moving the blow
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
and even these just words
i'm watching kids on twitter cryin'
but in life they gentrifyin'
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
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
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
the people jonesin' for the real again
i beat em cause i love em that's that real family
i had to smack the fake out 'em
then i keep it moving cause no one ever made a way poutin'
and they might not play this on playlists
but they ain't the only ones to make lists
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
i tell the kids the world is oh so yours
peep the musical progression in my vocal chords
we worry 'bout the life lesson
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
i'm still broke but learned long ago that money can't fix me
the door to the game is ajar
i'm tryna tip toe through it and if you really made it through the
i'm trying to be your student
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
cause i'm years ahead i send my messaging from other planets
but all their messaging is underhanded
but they ain't as accurate
never seen someone who spit savage
all the shit they sweep under the rug now i'm vacuuming
i'm really gone put an end to this actin' shit
and only future legendaries be a part the crew
my roots in this shit is deep like the man whose
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
so shout out to big homie
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
the real is back bitch who are y'all