Meek Mill - Funk Flex - Hot 97 (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1] Mix the Balmain with the Bape sh** I been going Ape sh** Finna go banana like the K clip n***as talk about me They see me and never say sh** Keep them s**ers dipping and dodging like it's the matrix Heart full of hatred Show it on the Internet Weird-o n***as in my comments but, we ain't into that We was into making it double and try get it back Buss a couple trap all in it and take that rental back Couple hundred, tinted black Tryna make a mill in it I'ma let them shuffle When I cut it gotta deal with it When I got it, put my homies on like a real n***a And they all still with us Seen too many trill n***as fall to let these b**h n***as beat me Before I take a loss they goin' have to R.I.P. me That will never happen, I take this war sh** deeply Young n***as starving in them trenches and they need me They like "Meek Milly why don't you spit that crack again" "Fake n***as up 3, bring us back again" Riding down in Broad Street, I'm in that Bach again I bully n***as, I'm like Mack again Philly! Money can't make me s**as can't break me Back 2 Back jabs but, I'm still gettin' 80 Just to walk through and, have them hoes go crazy All this Cash Money got me stuntin' like I'm Baby Posted up with Nicki That's when it get tricky n***as in they feelings That's when it get Drizzy Speaking on The Chasers We defiantly get busy We get money, stay 100 We don't ever keep it 50 And don't co-sign no rats, over here my G Only scopes on them straps, over here my G Lot of security with badges over there I see You brought the law with you I brought them hittas with me It the n***a that I met, I thought was realer than me I'm 'bout to take him 4th quarter, I can feel it in me Catch him on the inbound Watching for the shot clock 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 Pull up for the jump shot Swish n***a We used to play Sega Now it's Glock .40's with the red lasers n***as wanna k** us But they can't fayte us Play them corners We trapin' watchin for the damn neighbours Call them cops on us And we had them Glocks on us Pockets full of rocks on us They was sending S.W.A.T. for us Super prejudice is what they said of us Watching body's drop on a regular, it was regular Say that it was cold, but really that sh** effected us Fell in love with hoe's, they the only one that accepted us White folks is prejudice So the foreign's all black We done turned nothing into something, what'd you call that! 18 caught my first case, had to fall back 10 years of probation Probably set us all back Started in public housing, now we Kings Grama and momma, we called them Queens Chasing the money and, chasing dreams Serving up people 'cause they was feins In the north side of Philly Where n***as will serve their mommas And go and spend that money they made on new designer They say I'm still stuck up in my ways and, to be honest I probably am Sorry your honor I was made like this I was raised like this Selling Coke to get a meal sh** I got paid like this Woah!