Funkmaster Flex - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (Part 2) lyrics

[Verse 1] Game on lock, she ain't stepping on this bus if she ain't gon pop I ain't walking in the j**eler if i ain't gon cop Stole Mase flow just to say i ain't gon stop, Who made the beats hot? CL or Pete Rock sh** or was it a perfect marriage Me I'm both in one my beats got me the chain My raps bought me this range, my diamond chain the clearest Funny how a youngin i never liked carrots But now im older and I'm eating better, which means Less beef and more cheddar more bread, more lettuce Was always f**ing dimes but now a days more let us From a world where love was just four letters, a go getta My shows better, my flows better A go getta rarely do i do better I'm too set in my ways I'm too gutter to change Should have known that I'm the coldest I'm two letters away n***a who better than Jay? from the the the roc Not HOV though its Cole yo n***as taking pictures every time I'm in the store yo When I hit the club they be snapping on the low yo n***as snapping pictures every f**ing where i go yo Sometimes i be mad as sh** Then I say stupid motherf**er boy you asked for this Oh yeah I did, didn't I, did it big, didn't I Made my album sell like it did a bid, didn't I Check the album credits that's produced and written by None other then yours truly I'm bored sue me, im all on the billboards I'm tryna make Forbes sue me Audio visual n***a i could score a movie You couldn't score a bucket, I'm aiming at warren buffet And painting my poorest f** it, it rains and it pours I'm covered out on these tours, running a train on your who*e Take her home in a ford, ironic cause i explore n***a I explore! [Verse 2] Prophecys fulfilled, as i proceed to kneel Dodging greed of n***as who co*k and squeeze to steal I do this for my n***as that got degrees and still broke as f** f** your flag, democracy has failed I'm in the realest state with no properties for sale Probably could build with Socrates himself No soccer moms to throw us on soccer teams but still Kick sh** so cold boy i can freeze in hell Now do tell exactly how does it feel Tryna save a generation knowing that you never will Tryna do rap without some n***a tryna pay your bills Cause you black and rap you'll never do no numbers like Adele Oh well Momma already been through hell I could turn this into heaven if my records even sell I'm a firm believer if you never quit you never fail If i slip i grab the rail ill get a grip and never fail [Verse 3] Falling victim to this society, wheres hoes gaining notoriety And if i ain't rocking chains these kids won't admire me n***as try extorting me to get a verse up out of me n***a eat dick your street sh** don't apply to me I walk around dolo no security YOLO So if a n***a plan to put a bullet through my polo Cause i wouldn't help his promo so be it k** you n***as without licking a shot, this cold war, Soviet No Vietnam, back in Fayettenam. no stay at home moms We was far from street n***as but we played along Walk around with our mean mugs painted on Rest in peace to all the teen thugs May the lord bless your soul Cross the crossings this must be called life Momma stressed she been stressing all night But momma your little bundle of joy Is clever enough to avoid the pitfalls of this world they destroyed This is clever n***a i never seen another n***a