Joey Bada$$ - Funk Flex | Freestyle #003 lyrics

Joey Bada$$

Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸

[Joey Bada$$ - Funk Flex | Freestyle #003 lyrics]

Third time's a charm
Funk Flex drop the bombs
We about to hit them with the harm
So stay calm
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, is this New York?
Is this NYC? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, okay

Skinny nigga with a fat wallet
First class seats right behind the pilot
ONIFC, fucking living lavish
I've been getting stylish
I'm just being modest fucking up the commas
Fuck reading comments
You would know what's real if
You was really conscious
Substantial content in anything I'm dropping
And the flows i'm kicking
K-k-karate chop 'em back to the topic
Going so hard with no plans of stopping
Yeah, looking so strong
Got a whole lot of options


Hair growing so long, covering up my optics
And this is coming from the top
Though I came from the bottom
With enough fire in my heart
To move a whole mountain
And I sip the youth from the fucking fountain
Won't stop 'til my name what they shoutin'
Overseas and the money I'm countin'
So just chill, I breeze
Just trynna fight the good fight
The Devil is alive
Walk with him on good nights
Channeling my higher self at this time
I'm leveling with the top
Spot cause it's mine
Ever been high before it must be
Just me, nobody but the world above me
And I could give a fuck about
How the world could judge me
Cause if I die today I bet
They all would love me god forbid
Knock on wood
Twist fingers in the air, nigga rep your hood
Tell my nigga's still bang, you up to no good
Cause ain't shit changed, we misunderstood
Taking shots to the brain
Leave you dead where you stood
Probably hidden the remains
Dead bodies in the woods
And that's just how the world revolve
Is it love or evil of the evil of love
Tell me lord

I said first class seaters
Chilling with my feet up
These bitches just keep ID's up
These niggas just wanna be us
You see us, it's obvious
We moving like mafias
Heard they wanted a verse with a hearse
Where my fee is told mama that I'll feed us
I old as your fetus
Birth of the true leader
They can never defeat us
No time for non-believers
They ain't worth our ether
Remember my school teachers never
Had faith neither now i'm at the Ivy Leagues
As a big time speaker
I just got my new advance
I'm 'bout to park my jeep up
So keep up if you can
I'm the man, understand
Got the motherfucking world in the
Palm of my hand drop a bomb on a man
But never harming my man
And if it's tucked in my pants
It's all according to plan
Never missed me with the patience
My timing will win
They in a sticky situation now
Call in the jam

Hold on, hold up, hold up, hold up
I think i got another one

I come off the top, yes it's the golden child
The Brooklyn son, I'm moving, this is so wild
And I got the style, yes, this is freestyle
Funk Flex you might as well
Drop that bomb now, cause I'm
Going in, it's no signs of stopping
Anytime we going in, trust me we 'gon win
We never taking a loss and thats of course
Because we just gotta floss and
We keep it lit, i said

Hold up, hold up, let me catch the beat right
Hold up, hold up, let me catch the beat right
Yeah, yeah, said let me catch the beat right
Okay, yeah, okay

Now we 'gon see who get the last laugh
Funny, cause these niggas always
Tripping off the gas think this shit a joke
'til somebody gets choked
Smoked, for the very words that they spoke
Listen here though it's getting near close
'Bout to blow your brains
Through your fucking earlobes with this one
The kid been gone for a while
They missed him
Patient with the shot when I blast off
Won't miss him my last victim went missing
Fuck sneak dissing
I hit 'em off from a distance
Another check off of my hitlist
Fuck a witness
Then all of you'd eventually get this
You dismissed done now, finito
Talking like you lethal but we
Simply don't belive you
Nobody wants to be you
If your life was a movie
Wouldn't even watch the preview
I guarantee it won't be no sequel
When we see you
We'll probably leave you see through
You talk guns cause you need those
Everything is done to the Max no Keeble
Circle tighter than Speedo
I'm the Don like Cheadle
I can spit the old bars off
The top and still defeat you
I make these rap airways stone
Hard to breathe through
Took a student in the game just
To come and teach you niggas

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