Funk Flex Freestyle (part II)

Yeah Yeah Part II

Shout out Flex

Shout out Puff

Cleveland

Ay Ay

Young Gunner

Alright Flex

Look

Where were you when I was down

I got questions

Now, it's all these hoes in the lounge at the western

I just meet somebody’s parents, left a bad impression

They smelled a package that I just picked up from the reception

Hey, fuck em

I'm stressing, 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 VMA's and went back up the way

Ay

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 Terrance

I’m knocking on the door next time I see Kanye’s McLaren

Like, I need beats (ay)

Like, hook me up with Kendall

Man, all the masters out in Calabasas got me mental

Bitch, I’m a dog

Yeah, I came up out the kennel

Wear that teardrop on partner, Ryan, cuz 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 gunning

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 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, I’m 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 ’n’ 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 (ay)

Speak some facts (ay)

All you dummies love money, do some math

Seven digits in my 20’s (yah)

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 the room with 20 goons and J. Prince

Now, I’m pissed

Y’all done made me talk my shit

I was chilling, now I’m back to being a villain in this bitch

2012 came to Flex now this is Part 2

Fuck with me and Part 3 might be about you

Kells