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goodz (battle rapper) - goodz da animal | funk flex | #freestyle124 lyrics

[verse: goodz da animal]

uh, i got a lot more then some
let the doubters doubt, that don’t stop my income
all facts, that’s just how my pen run
everybody hard in they bars ’til they locked up in some
wait, what we talkin’ money here?
i laugh in they face, they givin’ me funny stares
they don’t like it but gotta like it, these dummies weird
paying me for walk+throughs when they don’t really want me there
you supportin’ or you hatin’?
you just supportin’ all the hatin’
say it with your chest or don’t say sh+t
we livin’ up here, that’s what that base meant (bas+m+nt)
snitches still livin’, it don’t make sense
we take they blocks over, make ’em pay rent
this ain’t it, dry n+gga can’t make it rain
wannabe fake fly n+ggas, but they paper plain (plane)
since ig, it just ain’t the same
all the bros gettin’ money, rockin’ the fakest chains
it’s pathetic
tryna fit in this new era but don’t know where you headed
like am i hot?
my repertoire don’t contain no desert bars, it ain’t no dry spots
we move militant, you get a pond box
you won’t see (sea) me when i ride, that’s a blind spot
artist with pigeons, i love the paint
eh, n+gga you broke, what the f+ck you think
said he makin’ movies with money, so f+cking fake
if he did make a movie, it’s “honey, i shrunk the bank”
yeah, it’s that sl!ck talk
i made a dance for the hustlers, it’s called the “brick walk”
d+mn, blood, you hot, you need a pitchfork
sh+t, imagine when i’m p+ssed off
we ballin’, it starts from the first scrimmage
i took drug money and started my own business
own 20 vending machines, that’s all facts
so now, when little goody get old, she could own that
yeah, this ain’t nothin’ but grown rap
you gotta mature before your mind could condone that
it’s a known fact, you lost, move on
before you get hit with the stick like a pool+ball
these rappers can’t f+ck with me, they too soft
line ’em up, i’ll eat where i want like a food court
how bars is back but your bars is wack
throwin’ them old lines like they hard to catch
off of vacate, the sl!ck talk god is back
you shoulda died, i’ll crip walk on that car you crash, n+gga
i got some news for you suckers
kicked out that one bedroom and move with your mother
with your wife and kids but you frontin’ for the camera
it’s much cheaper so you move to atlanta
yeah, just k!ll ’em with hard grammar
roll out the red carpet, the god enter
money on his head, i’m a large spender
i paid for the body like a bartender
“all he talk is money,” what the haters say
that’s funny, ’cause that’s the same thing my banker say
“goodz, you ain’t ballin’,” here’s a play+by+play
that’s false, you cats lost, let’s not stray away
i mean, you could learn a lot just livin’ day+by+day
just subtract the hate and see what you could take away
a fat ass is cool, but it’s common though
a million followers, still drivin’ a honda though
she thirst+trappin’ with her best pics
making movies on the gram, postin’ a buncha net fl!cks (netflix)
such a pretty girl
slim fine woman with some twerk in her, you gon’ know when i’m in yo city, girl (city girls)
such a busy world
nice car, but it’s characters behind these rides, this sh+t is disney world
street+smarts, no school, n+gga
i learned that money don’t make you cool, n+gga
you been a herb, f+ck labels
in high school, we have reserved lunch tables
clap ’em on camera, that’s real footage
if i knew how to lose, i still wouldn’t
she might let me down and still wouldn’t
sh+t, you could keep your pride and get k!lled with it
either shuffle the cards or deal with it
just know this is all a mirage, no real n+ggas
ride your own wave, that’s their fame
that’s pointless like seat+belts on an airplane
drive+thru orders like five bricks
if you’s a workin’ n+gga, don’t try this
married to the game, a bird is my side b+tch
that’s why i stay fly ’cause the pie lit (pilot)
in all fashions
you address me wrong and the ball clappin’
show’s over, close fashion
security at a boogie club, no cappin’
(talking) you know when you go to the club, they don’t let you bring your caps in?
security stop you at the door and all?
let me stop playin, man, g.m.b., life is good, lil goody, flex

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