Anderson .Paak - Anderon .Paak | Funk Flex | #Freestyle122 lyrics

Check, one, two, mmm yes Lord
Goddamnit, I did damage on my last shit
Pop champ with some of the
Greatest in the gambit
Pop tags off of debit, in sweatpants and
My bucket cap got me looking
Like Jam Master Jay
Big bands, I was throwing up that magic
But how I went from getting
Dances to giving counseling
Bitch told me I'm pretty as Zoolander
Play the drums better than
That Nick Cannon flick and I say
There has never been another in
Hip-Hop ’til I came
That can spit and play the drum kit
At the same, entertain

If there was let me know bitch, I'll wait
Is that your chick? Is she a thot? Is
That your man? Is he a cop?
What's your plan when that capping for
The ’gram get you knocked?
I could never wish prison
Even on my biggest op
I just hope you niggas saving
A good lawyer costs a lot
I was just sixteen in a F-150
Juice off a new state prop in the rock
Look it up, look
Where was you the day that Snoop
Dogg beat the murder case hallelujah baby
I'm saying any given moment we could lose it
Baby i'm just living like the
Days before the crucifixion
And to be honest, after watching R Kelly shit
I'm tryna teach my nieces to
Be celibate and really patient
And uh, that's enough, bro ion want blow
I ain't feeling y'all

Niggas I'm uncomfortable
What’s killing my nigga that’s
Ion wanna pull up on no more funerals
'Cause, I’m miserable and ain't it some shit
When your pockets dumb rich
But, it's still a slum village
And you look around and everything's changing
Well, at least I’m with the
Niggas that I came with
And they wonder why I speak this way
And they love me 'cause I got
The best teeth in the game
And I'm hungry since the day I
First leaked in the egg
Screaming 'skeet, skeet'
I could've been a stain on my mommas jeans
I ain't a gang member, but I know Game, nigga
My uncle always told me
"Punch 'em in the face quick
And don't say shit
'cause that's for lame niggas
But don't forget, you invented your own lane
Nigga"
I remember nights getting pulled over pigs
Bright lights beaming off a hatchback
See I got expired tags, license don't exist
Tryna keep it cool
It's the second day of June
And it's hot enough to fry a catfish
Living off
With the roaches and the lower income
Bread mouldy in the fridge
Said he's bout to have a baby
And two months later I say the same shit
Lord knows I love her
But he also knows I wasn't really
Ready but who ever really is?
Smartest thing I ever did

Take you to the, fill out all them documents
If it wasn't for my sons
I'd prolly be on a long OxyContin binge
But then again my dreams been realized
The wings was double fried
My green was stuck between the
Peas and kettle fries
I gave up the beef then I
Gave up the pork then I
Garnered a co-sign from one of the goats
Come on in, you letting out all the cold air
Bro where you been? I know you
Ain't forget about ya folk
Late again, I may not come when you want
But, I'm always up on time
So roll up and smoke la la
Weed too potent, shit, I had to call momma
Tell her how much I love her
Cooking them home products
When the bills would pile up
Cereal with the water
If Lord couldn't help us
We had Hamburger Helper
When you want it done right you
Gotta get it for yourself, huh?