Rob "Reef" Tewlow - F.L.I. 69 lyrics

[The Real Slacker] Yo Connor, let me talk to these fools Yo man, I heard you working a part time job, thinking you can rap, you're flipping burgers and sh** This is our life, this is what we do 24/7 Besides f**ing your b**h.. [Verse 1: Jon Connor] I cut cla** on that a**, if you're testing my patience n***as say they run sh**, they're tripping on their own laces (I'm so fly, let's get high) You're f**ing up the rotation Real recognize real, in any given location Yeah the flow is so dope, this going right to their nose Yeah this that George and Diego, I told them I was going to blow I'm dropping cla**ics, while you motherf**ers dropping the soap Same n***as was hating, trying to slap five at the show I'm at the show, packed to the back, wall to wall You're looking for that real sh**, then I'm the n***a to call n***as love distance hating, keep their mouth on my ball I'm from where n***as get the clapping, like a round of applause I got a nack for this rap sh**, don't you know? If I done listened to you hater, then we both would be broke So what type does that make you, you're just provoking me more I got a room and some condoms and I hope that she knows It's going down [The Real Slacker] Midnight Society, A-Squad, Blue City Club in this b**h While you motherf**ers leaving your T-shirts on at pool parties We're in the back, making hits It's what we do Jon Connor, let's go [Verse 2: Jon Connor] [?] jets, was the dream of mine My dad was a motherf**er back in '85 Literally that's how I got here, I'm one of a kind And the FLI is the city in which I reside I'm in the hood fantasying money, Bentleys and Rollies I'm in the hood surrounded by dealers, k**ers, parolees Young n***as get hara**ed by the police patrollers k**ing's going down but they f**ing with me and my homies Now I'm just minding my business, trying to f** with some women I see red and blue lights flashes while I was chilling Couple n***as with me got cases and some of them [?] Couple of them got weapons on them that they concealing Average day in the city, you could get f**ed on the [?] You n***as in the foul sh**, now you want to run, run Statistics steady rising, we trying not to become one Flint is real as it gets and that is why they love us [The Real Slacker] Yo, let me break this down We're like Baseside High, y'all motherf**ers is like Valley (Valley!) Y'all motherf**ers look like Mr. Tunnel and sh** Let me explain this sh** to you You preppy a** b**h [Verse 3: Jon Connor] I don't quit, I'm on my sh** I'm gon' win, n***as hate that though Y'all going to learn, wait your turn Everything I say I make it so I just hit this chick, she told she got a man but he ain't going to know Oh, you're mad?, sh** my bad Don't hate me, n***a hate your ho We both rap but it ain't the same, y'all n***as spit that average flow I make hits and I ain't gonna miss How about you take my average ho? Yes I am that n***a in the spot with Jae, Rich, Have and more Has it, acid flow I go where all the fattest a**es go k**ing every track, like a pro, watch me execute it Y'all ain't got no hope, the flow is dope, they feeling extra sudent Think you know?, you have no idea what I got in store Disappoint them rappers, like them J's that they ain't got in store Or Varsity Blue City Club the world's greatest music Put them two fingers and salute us when you see the movement I'm k**ing sh**, whether I write is, rap it, produce it Yeah our time is now motherf**er, watch me as I prove it [The Real Slacker] I am The Real Slacker Midnight Society, Jae Holla We're the cool kids at prom We're the ones dancing with your chick, finger banging her in the hallway, she's giving us a HJ in the locker room And you're the kid sitting down Like damn, I don't think I'm going to get laid tonight We're "Eifel Towering" that b**h While you're sitting there like, "man I hope she wants to dance with me" We're too busy, we're 69ing her Connor, Salvation