Jim Jones, Axel Leon - Jim Jones & Axel Leon Freestyle on Flex | Freestyle #043 lyrics

They try to cut me out and wish death on me
Couple bounds is bounds
Niggas try to drop checks on me
That didn't clear, thought I wouldn't emerge
If this was a movie
Half of you niggas were in the purge
Broad day
I done see niggas get put on the curb
I know old plugs that didn't
Sold good in the 'burbs
Come down you see I get love like Lord though
Rucker Park nights
Must have robbed Ford autos
I loved the 911 until they
Came with the four door
I used to sell coke when
The King was that Bordeaux
But just like Vegas you got
To bet on yourself i love checkers but I
Like chess better myself four moves ahead
Sometimes I'm ahead of myself


I'm not God by then just
Tryin' to better myself
Cuz I done seen niggas turn
Paper planes into 'jects
Cuz this is more deeper than having
A chain on my neck
It was more like having a meeting
About cocaine with the connect
And they had two thousand birds but
They just came with a check
Cuz there was a time when I
Sold coke on the side
And I watched all the friends that
Was closest to me die
So I felt like the game
Had completely broken my pride
So I brought bottles of champagne just
To soak in the ride
And if you speak to me now
I feel like I'm emotionally tied
And when they talk about The Dips they
Say that's a broken up pie
So what good is that if
You can't sell it whole?
I got secrets in my body that
I can't tell a soul
I still post up in my hood
The left hand work the gold
My right hand on the dice and
Five grand on the Rolls
I ain't speak to the weatherman but
There's a chance it could snow
I still run around in my pants since the kick

Spanish hoes love me, I'm a noodle now
I got the juice
Bitches call me Young Jugo Now
Growing up I got stepped on
I ain't lose potency
Got cut twice, but I'm still puro, wow
They say you got better, duele ta duro now
I've been nice, I could call twelve
Then two more rounds they see me movin'
They call me Young U-Haul now
Always hoppin' out the coupe
I'm Young Two-Door now
We stayin' on avenues
Started trapping with nickels
To remain capital like the back of the nickel
Hamburgers, no pickles
Nigga cuttin' the loot
Jail niggas bottle pickles and they
Piss in the juice
Trap freeze in the cold watching
These in the snow
That's that New York shit like
Chopped cheese on a roll
Put a hole through you skinny fucks
And display your intestines like
A Jimmy Truck armor armed onto his legs and
Fuckin skinned knees up (Tell 'em)
If Mickey was raised how I was he
Fuckin' Minnie up anytime she was goofy
Too deep
Me and my guns like fuckin' two piece
You'll get a piece, too
Leave your brain and your cool girl
(Dog noises) Who let the dogs out?
Apartment full of guns I'm
Bringing the loft out
Black granite floors white walker done
Bring the floors out
You got your foot in the door
I blew the doors down
Then I threw the doors out (Right)
My bitch Louie she threw all
The Michael Kors out she gettin' shit
All this shit she couldn't afford now
Payment down, no down payments
She put it all down
They know how Wall Street city hall now
She what you once reserved
I'm reserving the call now
I'm serious, silly, a phone call now
Alien flow, I'm 'bout to phone home now
These niggas take from the land
Think they don't own now
These niggas duel like Noreaga Capone now
Duo, we harmonize when alone now
Dogs from the ghetto in harmony
Bone bone now (Woof)
Look, uh, you want it done right?
You got to do it, i'm next
You want the city to hear it
You got to do it for Flex
I swear I know I got to do it myself
I don't got to
All I've got to do it for help
I get it, it's always about who talk
Never about who did it
It got to be automatic
Never about who wit it
You got him, I got his back too
If he pop with his homie
The other nigga get smacked too
Look, I sell crack sippin' Remy Martin
Drunk out my mind, they don't
Test, they know the max
Pay it faster than Papoose
I'm on my bullshit, I swear to God, son
Hardest working, me, Jaquae, Fred the Godson
We shook the state with that Mirror Mirror
It's looking good like the
Reflection on Shakira mirror
Capone said they don't know of you
You'll be ballin' when the streets
Get ahold of you
Look, he passed the ball to me
And I ran to the top
He told me I don't got to be
Greedy to run with the Roc
He said keep it low
That's when I gave him a high five
Don't act surprised when you see
Me sippin' malta with tata
Don't quote me though, just
Get it real nigga, y'all with the Opie dope
Rappers hit me off the cans
Don't smoke me though
You got your foot in the door
I got my arm and my foot and no hokey poke
Tell me the best fuckin' rhyme
Tell me the most you wrote
Man, like whatever, man
I got like eight more minutes
This whatever man?