Jidenna - Funk Flex Freestyle #016 lyrics

[Intro] Uh, sweet sixteen Sixteen on sixteen on sixteen [Verse] When the pressure on me I cook it When the feds on me, I book it When the devil's on me, I shook it When she put it on me, I took it These buffoons look at me crooked, yet all I do is smirk I devote my life to my party, and yet all I do is work, work, work, work Work to get more loose leaf I ain't slept in two weeks Finally you find your dream, irony is, you lose sleep So I keep my collar starched, in lunch meetings a la carte I first stepped in this office with my shoes about to fall apart Beggars can't be choosers, winners can't be losers A Chief must pay dues and bow to Slick Rick, the ruler Lemonade, agave with naughty water, I'm juiced up Know all about that Mali, you can call me Mansa Musa! I'm a city kid but still I'm from the bush, negro Don't need to raise my voice to make you shush, negro Chiefin' in my blood, not just kush, negro Street smart but I read a f**in' book, negro I don't believe in your dream if you say you tryna, finna, gonna do Still standing in the same place overthinking what you wanna do n***as thinkin' they know everything, they offending those of us who do When you walking on the red carpet, we can steal the rug from under you Better move pronto, squanto, or your teepee won't be no more They flip projects into condos quicker than you can say Jimmy Jim Crow What do I know? Ask Django, I don't talk trash, I rap composed Money come quick and money come slow, get the green game on point like Rondo I'll meet you at the crossroads...of the valley and the hills Where the bus took us to school with a bunch of white boys crushing pills They slang a gang of yay, but they never went to jail Well my negroes caught a case, for an eighth they went to hell And well, house n***a in the field tryna get my funds right While the homies in the shadows moochin' off of my sunlight And they want what I earn, but I want more than a rapper's worth And they say the gra** always greener, nine times out of ten it's AstroTurf While I put cash up in her purse, sometimes I dress like a farmer For envy is a weed you should never try to water Better to nip it in the bud, harder to whack it when it flowers See 'round that Boston Garden I was brought up, that prince and pauper I got the keys, the keys, the keys I got the keys, the keys, the keys Blood on the leaves, the leaves, the leaves Blood on the leaves, the leaves, the leaves k** a n***a with the guns and disease Make a n***a wanna fly overseas I got the keys, the keys, the keys Pick up the heater and tell 'em to freeze!