Stalley - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (2012) lyrics

[Meek Mill] One thing's for sure, two things for certain Got booked with three bricks, you back home, n***as working Clown a** n***as, should have put you in the circus Home of Philly if you get a benz, n***as lurking Churches, hearses, is it really worth it If you heard he telling why you dapping and conversing Lock me in the cell, let me strap on my Converses Before I drop a dime, tell them people a line Swear to God, man I was nineteen I caught my first case Nine co-defendants and snitching wasn't the worst case Had a hard time giving my name and my birth date But nowadays, n***as go to jail and it's a earthquake They get all shook up, write a whole book up Ratting their connect out, telling where they got the hook up Got a n***as twenty years talking about that cook up Back to the home, n***as f**ing with him, good luck Twelve shots of henny to the face, got me stood up Any situation asked about me, and I stood up Catch you slipping like a transmission, f** your hood up From my hood, to who your hood, good, what up Ugh, nothing though my hunnit high This Mac will leave a n***a look like Spongebob [Verse 2] I said all I know is Flex, sh**ting on my ex Bad hoes on my team, dick em down like next I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell, no jet Waves on them 360s make that p**y get so wet She say I'm co*ky, I say that's not me She call me papi and I say ven aqui Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali My sneaks they Bally, in my Hood I'm probably Just rolling round in that Ghost, watching out for them folks Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you merked I put that on your head n***a, first week and you dead n***a I bottle pop, I model pop Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop n***as know I'm nice, and I got a lot Like F your corner, n***a, I'll buy the block It's Maybach, we way back Yeah I was starving, this the Payback It's off the top.. I got my hustle from Hova and my stunting from Baby That's why I'm f**ing 'em over and my new watch cost me eighty Got a couple of Rovers, had a drop one Mercedes I know these s**ers don't like me, I'm probably popping they lady I got 100 racks on me now No computer but I got a Mac on me now And I'm a shooter and I really clap homie now And f** the jail cause my n***a Ross hold me down I'm skipping bail and we in this b**h, fresh out the Dealership I just came in the game but I'm k**ing sh** My n***a wale... We in the building We in the building... [Meek Mill] I had a dream like Martin Luther I was in the Phantom getting brain like a Harvard student Check my record for the fame, ain't really hard to prove it Went to jail, came home to that kitchen just like Martha Stewart With a Pyrex trying to make a nine stretch Just was in the yard with lifers, working on my biceps You would think they all was like us, they ain't have my mindset When I was missing sleep and working weeks to get my mind set And to get my son right so he don't live my young life Cause I remember some nights I used to hold that gun tight Middle of the jungle trying to make it to the sunlight Stillmatic with that pen and pad just give me one mic And I'm going get richer, they gone get sicker Why they mad at me, cause they ain't in the picture Cause they was on some bullsh** when they starting flicking And the camera starting flashing, n***as came up missing [Stalley] Black chevelle on them blades, boy Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm Blade, boy Come through a city like what's the focus boy? I come though like open doors Six by nines through theses door panels, make a bunch of noise I'm mobbing on these back streets and city blocks Middle finger every cop Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stop Sweat pants, the car dance, I make that b**h do the wop I'm losing my religion Got these angels on my shoulders and they telling me to listen I blast this alpine and get lost in my system They telling it's devil music and demons have imprisoned My mind, body and soul and I'm traveling down hell's road This strap got no Velcro So I'm down for whatever, whenever, wherever Any way the hell I go, you think I'm scared and here's your answer Hell no [Meek Mill] Every night I'm on the road, trying to get how it come Still finding time just to kick it with my son I know n***as see them bribes and its looking like it's fun But when you out to get that cake, you gotta pick every crumb Yeah, you gotta pick every crumb I never thought that I see that day that I get up out the slums Did it for my team, put them on some ones And every day we sh**ting on them, we them n***as with some runs I was outta control, block was hot as a stove I was out with them Os, same time the block was patrol