Zoey Dollaz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle040 lyrics

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I'm a JAY-Z with Biggie rhymes
I'm a Nas with Tupac mind
I'm Kodak Black and Bobby Shmurda with two Glock Nines
I'm a Dave East, mix it in with some AZ
I'm Andre 3000 and Eminem, I'm a little crazy
I'm a Jeezy with T.I.P
I'm Luda mixed with Future
Maybe I'm Mayweather mixed with the strength of the great Ali
I'm a Meek Mill with a little bit of Game in me
I'm Drake mixed with Kanye, the game in me
I'm an Akon, mix it in with some Nate Dogg
I'm a Snoop, probably thought I was gon say Wiz
But I figured you should wait dog
Chance The Rapper with a little Big Sean in me
I'm a don like Fat Joe with bars like Ricky
I should probably stay quiet but I'm gon' speak
I'm Frank Lucas mixed with Big Meech
I'm Jadakiss, once again you probably thought I said I was Styles P
And I am what you say I am
And if I wasn't, then why would you say I am
Product of my environment, last of a dying breed
Flex, these mumble rap n*ggas twins like Siamese
Dead or alive, you will never be better than I
I'm sick with rhymes, n*gga, you better go get you a job
f*ckin' with me, you bound to lose some money
If this rap sh*t was a trophy, they'll never take it from me
I'm the sickest n*gga coming out
My bars like an earthquake
When I rhyme, I bomb sh*t, n*ggas comin' out
Young n*gga still reppin' D-A-D-E
Still feel like a lot of n*ggas can't f*ck with me
When it comes to rap sh*t, I'm a dragon
Spit that flame, leave a rap n*gga all in ashes (Yeah)
n*ggas with a SoundCloud link think they a rapper
Whatever I'm doin' ,well that sh*t probably don't matter
Just cuz you rock designer sh*t don't make you real n*gga
Just cuz you get on trap beats don't make your ass a hitter
Just cuz you talk about packs don't make your ass a dealer
You talk about Act, boy, you probably not a sipper (Yeah)
I'm never slippin', boy, that forty beatin' on reach
Won't release, bet your ass take a long sleep
Red dot looking like when a bomb beats
Get your head popped, man, you better stay calm, G
On a beat, I'm goin' off like fire drills
Try me and get findin' axes like Silent Hills
If he sick, man, he comin' out the hospital
The way the boy handle bars like a bicycle (Yeah)
I say he sicker than me, he better comin' out the hospital
The way the boy handle bars like a bicycle