Funk Flex 2018 (Freestyle)

[Intro] Yeah, yeah, part two Shout out Flex Shout out Puff Cleveland Ayy ayy Young gunner Alright Flex, look [Verse] Where were you when I was down, I got questions Now, it's all these hoes in the lounge at the Westin I just met somebody’s parents, left a bad impression They smelled a package that I just picked up from the reception Hey, fuck 'em, I'm stressin', I don’t learn my lesson Customs locked me down in LAX for coke possession Just had a publicist that left, said I was too aggressive Then had a ex that couldn’t stand me 'cause I'm not possessive Impressive, haha, I just want to say I ditched the VMAs and went back up the way, ayy From the ghetto to a rock god, hit 'em up like 'Pac Let's just keep it G Only Eazy I fuck with is E (damn) I seen he dyed his hair and got a hanging earring I fucked his girl, now he look like me, this shit overbearing How dare him, I dare him Don’t think about comparing Man turn that frat rap off, I’m getting sick of hearing I’m in LA, at my spot, right next door to Terrence I’m knocking on the door next time I see Kanye’s McLaren Like, I need beats (ayy) Like, hook me up with Kendall Man, all the masses out in Calabasas got me mental Bitch, I’m a dog, yeah, I came up out the kennel And that teardrop on my partner eye ain't cause he's sentimental Look, I told you, I told you that I’m coming (yeah) They should've left me doing pop, y’all don’t want me gunnin' My daughter's with me, ain’t no school yet, it’s the end of summer So close your ears, your daddy’s bout to kill these motherfuckers Lyrically, I’m 6 feet I'm 23 MJ on the beat I'm Stronger, faster by design I’m a Lambo, you’re a Nissan I’m the big bad wolf, no peace sign Gonna give these fans their tea time I would tell their man’s he’d be fine, but then I’d be lying I’m mobbing in that all-black Range With a long list of names, duct taped, y’all ain't safe (ugh) Clinically, I’m insane Industry is full of lames Gone when the cops came (ugh) Paper planes (ugh) sugar cane (ugh) To the brain, bottle drained, numb the pain (ugh) I’m just saying (ugh) I’m ashamed (ugh) I paved this lane and they don’t even say my name Yeah, I’m white, yeah, I’m rock and roll, yeah, I got soul Yeah, my daughters black, yeah, I love to rap, yeah, I’m fighting back Yeah, I hate the fame, wish I had a mask Yeah, I got pulled over with my stylist, had no license, and a strap Plead the fifth, that ain’t Saks (ayy) Speak some facts (ayy) All you dummies love money, do some math Seven digits in my 20’s (yuh) A misfit, fuck the critics, everyone of yah I used to burn a Fader magazine in public (yah) Just 'cause one journalist, a hater, and a sucker (yah) High school reunion on my calendar, you know I’m ready I’m leaving tour just to show up, you now I’m fucking petty I ain’t forget none of you pussies and the rest of y’all been playing too long Let's take it back to Vegas on my 22nd at the Palms Got a call, my life was being threatened by a pimp He ain’t know I’m in the room with 20 goons and J. Prince Now, I’m pissed Y’all done made me talk my shit I was chillin', now I’m back to being a villain in this bitch 2012 came to Flex now this is part two Fuck with me and part three might be about you Kells