Ms. Hustle | Funk Flex | #Freestyle058 lyrics

[Verse]
Hold on, needed a minute just to flex though
Motherf*ckers said I wouldn't make it up to the Flex show
I been trainin' b*tches since I been ridin' on metro
The game was and still mine just like a klepto (Ahh!)
Oh, let's do it, I'm feeling like I'm the old rocker
These n*ggas pullin' a trick, I call them globetrotters
If the bread done mix then I stove top 'em
Won't have trouble shooting as long as my MAC I load proper
I remember falling off I had to prove that
Now they want to hang on our necks like where the noose at
Bring it to my past and my crib I thought I'd lose that
But I ain't need a b*tch I'm just stealin' to get my jewels back
f*cked up, I seen the hurt in my dad eyes
Couldn't trust a soul, he started giving me bad vibes
Now they gotta pay for my drive just like a cab ride
Get ugly if I snap, like yeah, picture my bad side
Tried to get ahead, they were still on low blows
Waiting on her name, but I won't give her no chromo
Reading off their jack, nah, I don't condone those
I wasn't thinking ET b*tch, I left my phone home
I won't call you, I was trying to get a line in
All them hoes taught me to skate when I was grinding
No Jack Nicholson baby, it's just the timing
Now they gotta answer the door with all the shining
Kill battle rap when they was praying I failed
Now it's like peer pressure the way they taking a L
Record sales in the charts, I'ma take it as well
Aaron Hernandez, I know I'll hang in a cell
Said you thought you was f*ckin' with me, what your fans on?
It's like I gave them the print, sh*t I was hands on
I'm on his album, go ask Cam'ron
I keep a wavy line on the side like I got my vans on
You never asked for sh*t knowing they had their cake up
I had the watch, I couldn't afford the Jacob
I was brushing off my mat while they was brushing on makeup
Said I cried about being broke, they was crying about break ups
Problems but a b*tch ain't one, yeah, hold steady
Touch me, it's St. Nick, baby don't hold presents
Now it's all on me, get drinks for the whole section
The way I blew up on 'em, she called me to know it's never
When they speakin' on the best, sh*t, I deserve respect
Death said you nice, but nah, I ain't heard it yet
Waiting on a window open like trying to surf the net
You heard it right? I'm verified like b*tch I earned the check
Street stuntin', you know like Slay did it
Our direction ain't the same, on street sh*t way different
Told me to rap go ahead and debate with it
But b*tch when you dope you ain't gotta go eight minutes
Like, oh man, these n*ggas is so pathetic
What's in my jeans? It gotta be from Jeanette
She'll be sick if I peel, they gotta call up the medics
I'm ahead with the green, I remember when they ain't let us
Oh, that's really keeping the stack now
Now they got a way with their gimmicks and funny rap styles
For years, I'm second, I played the background
I'm on flex you b*tches gon' have to rap now
Yeah!