Funkmaster Flex - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (Part 3) lyrics

[Intro] [Verse 1] Don't even know if summer gon' feel me So many sides to a n***a I wonder who's the real me Tired of fightin' Tired of always trying to enlighten Hit the blunt that I am lightin' To catch a spark cause I'm writin' Some sh** that'll cause a riot Or make a war go quiet Make a fat cat diet Make the square b**h try it Make a cheapskate buy it Tell me who as high as this Balenciaga kicks for kicks Tell me who fly as this Effortless, got dressed quick You n***as stress at this An hour on your outfit and You still can't impress a b**h I cruise through the city so mean Gangster lean, with no promethazine So obsessed with cream I done hit the lottery in my dream like four times Took a minute but I burst on the scene in '09 Now tell these hoes meet me and please be on time She come up out the jeans, and it seems she want mine For her unborn child Girls gone wild meets black girl lost She got the type of body, piss fat girls off This ain't love dove, this lust Do you know how fast that wears off Let me take you back to queens Where a n***a was a king, uncrowned Country boy, new kid in town Ran the streets after sundown Hit the spots you wouldn't come around Same block that Sean Bell was gunned down Told that hatin' a** cop harrasin' me cause I am black "You ain't have to do that man like that The n***a ain't even do a crime, yet you squeeze 50 times" He turned to me with a smirk "51 to be exact", damn Cole world, no cupid Got drama with these n***as fronting like they so ruthless Ok I am supposed to like your record Cause you got a little record Tell me do that make you real Or just real f**in' stupid Nickel and Dime n***a Came back with the hustle but get with the times n***a You live in rewind n***a Real n***as believe in me Cause ain't nobody seein' me And the way I shine is intended to blind n***as And I am ghost Disappear like Copperfield in the six Switch gears and cop a feel for your b**h Yeah that yellow bone thing, that's my honey Everytime my f**ing telephone ring it's about some money And you know that, n***a You know that [Outro] Nobodies feelings getting hurt, nobody getting mad