Funkmaster Flex - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (Part 1) lyrics

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex] We out here moving, J. Cole is here This has happened before When the mics are set up like this You know something's gonna happen [Break: J. Cole] Is it on me? Is it on me? Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm Hmmmm, hmmmm NYC, Cole World [Verse 1: J.Cole] Look, they say I'm something like a teacher I guess they right, I'm with your b**h on her How to play FIFA, kick game Messi Switch lanes while I get brains, bet me I don't whiff stain anything these pricks aim at me I am hater proof, the straight up truth Went and got my weight up God Now I'm straight-up Zeus Silly little rappers rhyming 'bout their made-up coupes That you ain't ever gonna drive, jets you will never step inside So just step aside, rather look up at the sky Don't you see this middle finger from my big ol' G5, I Chartered planes, ballin' blowin' money fast though it's all in vain You only live once, so f** the cops Who'd rather see us all in ball-and-chains My aim is to stretch my name in your Hall of Fame Next to Elvis, paint a vivid picture of where hell is And crawled out, heart froze and it never thawed out So I balled out, with my balls out Screamin' live for the moment, make sense don't it My mama need a crib I'm gon' cop it and she'll own it We gon' toast to the days when they foreclose our sh** Now we livin' better thanks to the flows I spit And I'll make sure she paid like she wrote my sh** That's a Wayne line, no time to count this dough I get All this gear I don't wear, I need four closets (damn) Go figure, my pockets got bigger Now all those I don't f** with say "That's my n***a" "That's my n***a" [Interlude: Funkmaster Flex] You see us, baby Funk Flex, J. Cole Who you mad at, me or yourself [Verse 2: J.Cole] Look They give props to the others but them n***as ain't help Take a look around, girl I built this sh** up myself At a time when n***as cry 'bout how they sit on the shelf I gave the world 2 cla**ics to put on my belt Way before "Work Out" I did them sit-ups myself Too many hands in my pockets, n***as hit at my wealth I gotta, re-maneuver these deals, they need improving drastically Cause homie if you asking me I'm supposed to be the richest n***a since Master P If not, at least half, my n***a at least half Afraid of 30, still looking twenty, like he's Fab Subtle sh**, throwing these jabs like he's Zab I seen, Mac Miller, that n***a got mad millers The rap Brad Miller and even a tad iller You see me, salute me, it's crazy the way they do me You would feel me if you n***as knew me, let's make a movie Out this sh**, cause these hoes getting choosy out this b**h Playing "Juicy" in jacuzzis, getting woozy I could sip Champagne and hopefully forget the whole damn thing We pullin' hoes like a ol' hamstring Cole so damn mean, and high as f** n***a no landing Long as I'm alive, no man king And n***a that was the hook [Interlude: Funkmaster Flex] HOT 97, baby!!! [Verse 3: J.Cole] Look This music's my weapon so anyone that's interrupting Get a Colin Kaepernick bullet straight to the chest Tryna make an impression, so if I aim to the left And you can't make the reception, ya man'll catch a great interception I'm nice n***a, could've dropped the album like twice n***a So n***a f** your advice n***a Started off friendly, now all these n***as my enemies What could you say to offend me? [Break: J. Cole] I could go forever, Flex, I could go forever Born Sinner, TOMORROW, June 18th I could go on forever