[Lyric] Funk Flex 160 (G Herbo)

Dark notions when a nigga think

Somehow I got my eyes open when a nigga blink

I remember rats in my kitchen sink

Dishes dirty, use the palm of my hands to get a drink

Now I'm rockin gold cuban links, the rose lookin pink

I was warrin with the devil, got my medals wrote in ink

I done did the realest, niggas like me just might be extinct

I ain’t even get a ring but I was married to the streets

Ref whistled on my shooter, cause he carryin for me

I ain't gotta go suit up no more, my mans the MVP

On demand, I still'a bе that helpin hand tho when he need it
Ain’t nobody been outsidе so he just slidin for no reason

Swear my life was full of thrills, head over hills, throwin L's was like 12

They weren't movin right, they in them cells, wish em well

In a whip that's registered, pull over, get them shells

Nigga damn, almost got away

I saw it when he fell, I'm like damn

Half my city dead

Was here in 2012 I'm like damn

Pistol on my lap, I know I shouldn't be by myself so I'm like damn

I done cried enough tears that I could make a well a dam

I was out there with them L’s but I can’t take a L again

I'm still hustlin for the fam, that money made a boy a man

I already bought the lamb, and I scraped the rims
Ain’t trip on that too much, I dropped it off and jumped McLaren

G Herbo, this shit phenomenal

It's comin in from all ways now, a Hunnid mil possible

Atleast for me, I stayed down and beat the obstacles

I seen a nigga heart frozen, body like a popsicle

I had to branch off from my bros, and fall back from them hoes

I almost lost it, I got focus, how I found out I was chosen

Ain't no different, had a chance and I just took it, never stole it

In a whip, worth least a fifty, lettin off clips, but that was stolen

And I had my whole hood in control, prolly let you hold sumn

Trappin since a kid can't name a nigga I got bowls from

Only dealt with Big Dawgs

Bitch cause I’m a Big Dawg
18 I was hoodrich and I still was lettin em sticks off

But leanin took the pain away

Everyday I drank a 8th and threw my bank away

Ain't even stack for rainy days, I had all the phases (Fazos?)

I ain't trip

I made a way

Now I'm paid

I'm self made

I own myself

I gave a raise

I proved a theory, did some shit they never seen, now they amazed

I made a change, I made it cool

Bought a school, ain't graduate

I just betted on myself I ain't do what the masses say

Own my publishin, my masters, can't do what no master say

Fuck em' what he had to say

Shout out my Folknem bad to say

All my folks, they my kinfolk, know we droppin folks

If he still here and had beef with us, you remember how that go

Big bro told me not to go dolo, cause he know I was bout to blow