Common - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle lyrics

[Big Sean] I don't touch dog hoes, dog hoes got fleas I'm from wear they rock ski masks, and nobody rides skis Every time I spit a verse my city like preach n***as thought I got evicted how my sh** up in the streets B.I.G but ain't nothing obese but the feast I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet, gotta hustle every second stackin' paper every week I'm in the field n***a, I might run up in some cleats Was in Japan so long I almost learned to speak, had to leave Back to the hood where they don't understand unless you speakin' "trapanese" If I fall down bet I only trampoline, bounce back thinking ima fall off.. Helair? Doing well but my n***a's momma on welfare Ridin' round the town and you know I'm safe and sound cause for me being in the hood is safer than Bel-Air And people always talk about how my girl attractive, really though that's just a big distraction I wanna teach 'em less that, and more about the law of attraction, and how you can have anything you imagine If you put your mind to it... Maybe we can further their dreams... Take 'em where they want... Nurture their needs Teach 'em early on, early as they can be, and maybe they can go further than me Comin' from a city where bullets turn bro's into souls Who knew from the concrete, that a rose had arose Good girls stop being good, when I turn 'em into hoes Dreams stop being dreams when I turn 'em into goals Hallelujah gotta praise Him, Vegas; I be mandalay'in Bad b**h; condom tastin, 4/5 compilation, never give em conversation Never give 'em my safe's combination, while I'm Obama's nation OH GOD! And you know I rap for days! Twice as good as favorite rapper, half the age While everytime I'm spittin' ya'll n***as is half amazed... I prolly got these rappers pa**in fray... Look, New York you gotta feel me I was at the Rock The Mic tour Barely old enough to hear it man and standin' next to Ye and Hov over there in Philly... I was up in Paris man, standin' next to Diddy And he introduced me as B.I.G And told me I was k**in'... And not that I was disrespectin' Biggie... So ya'll that talkin' that sound silly... lil n***as... [CyHi The Prynce] I say greatness takes time so you can't rush me I ain't from Ohio but n***a my grams chubby I know a lot of people in the State Pen From touching that boy like Sandusky If you from the midwest we call it dogfood I'm so smart I should've went to law school Dumba** n***as ain't never read a book You thought a blazer and some slacks was a lawsuit They say Prynce, what have the streets taught you? Stay out of folks business if it don't involve you When you on the grind, be careful who you talk to I've been grinding so long that I think my balls blue Got a broad in my 'lac, playing with her cat I get her super wet -- I call that a carpool I move like a boss move, my name pull strings like I'm tryna play the harp fool The streets is my philanthropy, these beats help a n***a keep his sanity I'm riding round New York in my car, mellow, smoking on that Lala I feel like Mr. Anthony I ain't from Ohio but I buck at hoes randomly I put that cain on em like Danity On the canopy, man I did it for my vanity You get them types of perks when promoters pay you handsomely I made at least a quarter mil annually Cause I'm tied to them bows like Grammy week If you come to my house right now.. You'll probably find a couple O's in my pantry Should be nervous cause me with a pen is scary Cause I bust like that pistol you tend to carry Whatever cemetery they put me in when I'm buried Just know I came out on top, missionary Drop j**els like my chain broke, and I spit canaries I'm in the 74 Chevy like I'm friends with Larry -- Hoover then they try to do ya, but I keep a Rueger This tooler Indiana and I ain't never been to Gary I tip em like Ben and Jerry We're in the special team, we kick it like Vinatieri You listenin to the boy in the cla** that used to read slow But now I got shows booked cause I'm good with the dictionary My diction is an addiction The way I give a description, some may consider it snitchin' Give it the picture how n***as was livin' Y'all rather hear me rapping about stickin' dick in a vixen I used to cut gra**, no car just a bus pa** Now I puff enough gas, to fill up a truck dad Treat your money like it's under your nose, you must stash Enough cash for a rainy day The forecast says, that it's partially cloudy My partner said he wanted 4 circles I call it an Audi Or a cutie pie, this the soundtrack, to Kooley High I grew up round some n***as that was quick to let that Uzi fly More guns than that movie guy, and my prayers go out to families of Theater 9 Prynce and the poet n***a -- that see's I can rhyme n***a And then they ask me, what I keep a pistol fo'? I say, without it I feel naked as a stripper ho Thats how it is when you was raised by some triple OG's The first thing they taught a n***a was keep a trigger close Do this sh** for Stone Mile, Stevenson, and Miller Grove Swisher kisser, and I'm twistin' up that mistletoe Dragon Ball Z cause I'm green as Piccolo Eyes low like Ichiro n***a [Common] What's next yo I'm here with the flex In Flex we Trust It's like an exodus Giving by Push pushing just like dope dealers When it comes to this, know nobody roll iller I come off my head like my hat do MC stand still like a statue Nut up like cashew Cash you in then take a mic check Who gets respect when Common's on the deck? It's the G.O.O.D Music now you can just use it Use it for your stuff The brother got the tough Type of things that go down n***as from Motown n***as from VA Yo Flex the DJ n***as from the A You know what we say See I'm from the Chi so I say that's my guy And live or die that's just how we do it And when we come through, we always say G.O.O.D Music I can let you know if you're mad then you're mad at yourself These broads are always asking me questions about health Food and all types of attitude n***as in the mood, yo the n***as getting rude Click click click is murderers Adventures of ya heard of us Lambos is merciless Bankrolls and purchases Ask my bottom b**h ho what type of perks she gets In the hood murking it Time for some Percolone (?) ? Tic Tac and took it lightly Keep a bad wife B Thinking that I'm icey Ay Ay Ay Ay We do it all through the day Got these b**hes waving at me like it's a parade Smoke Cheba with leaders p**y sweeter I eat her Kids (?) with cheetahs Yo that's how I eat her Came down in New York With a new type of talk Let them n***as know Push, yo this how we walk It's like Uhhh… [Big Sean] [Who Shot Ya beat] I always talk about my mom, man but shoutout to my dad Who would drive me to school every single chance he had Tell me about the crazy girls and all about his past And gave me the talks that made me to a man Not everybody got a dad but they got a Uncle Sam And he ain't come around until I made a hundred grand Coming from Detroit where everybody say what up though Horror movie sh** cause everybody there a cut throat Watch who you hustle with, you might not get a cut though Even though you deserve a commission plus mo' Was talking to a young boy and the sh** he said was wild Like "you're better than J. Cole, and Drake stole your style." Yeah it's crazy many that's what the f** you think this sh** about Stop thinking about what you can't fix and take care of your house And grandma said when she saw my commercials Stop having people at your show that wasn't at rehersal I'm trying to get an office at the Empire State, and bring it back to umpire's plate That's home, man I'm reppin' for my entire state, praying that I won't be late [Cyhi Da Prynce] I'm so forreal, if I were to die, I would be dead serious G.O.O.D Music we the best period Or you're deaf, like the number 3 on the phone Y'all remember how them numbers used to be on the phone Basking in the ambiance of the Madrean Starving like it's Ramadan, get this Parmesan Keep the peace, I'm like Ghandi with a tommy gun Slung so many elbows, I think I might need Tommy John But the rap game sweeter than a honey bun And I could never fall off, and if I did, I'd bungee jump That's funny huh, our money huh f** a b**h, I'd rather see this money come You can't see me no more, I'm out in the country chump With a girl from Capetown and I got her from D'banj I'm a don, Marcelo Burlon I swear to Allah, my verses deserve to be in the Qur'an [Outro]