Stalley, Meek Mill - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (2012) lyrics

One thing's for sure, two things for certain
Got booked with three bricks, you back home
Niggas workin' clown-ass niggas
Shoulda put you in the circus
Home of Philly
If you get a Benz niggas lurkin'
Churches, hearses, is it really worth it?
If you heard he tellin'
Why you dappin' and conversin'?
Lock me in the cell
Let me strap on my Converses
Before I drop a dime, tell them people a lie
Swear to God, man
I was nineteen I caught my first case
Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn’t
The worst case had a hard time givin' my
Name and my birth date
But nowadays niggas go to jail
And it’s a earthquake
They get all shook up, write a whole book up
Rattin' their connect out


Tellin' where they got the hook up
Got a niggas twenty years talkin'
'bout that cook up
Back to the home, niggas fuckin' with him
Good luck twelve shots of Henny to the
Face got me stood up
Any situation, ask about me and I stood up
Catch you slippin' like a transmission
Fuck your hood up
From my hood to who your hood, good, what up?
Ugh, nothin' though my hunnit high
This MAC will leave a
Nigga look like Spongebob

I said all I know is Flex, shittin' 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 360's make that
Pussy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, 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 prob'ly
Just rollin' round in that Ghost
Watchin' 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, nigga
First week and you dead, nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Catch me on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice and I got a lot
Like F your corner, nigga, I’ll buy the block
It’s Maybach, we way back
Yeah, I was starvin', this the payback
It's off the top

I got my hustle from Hova
And my stuntin' from Baby
That’s why I'm fuckin' 'em over and
My new watch cost me eighty
Got a couple of Rovers
Had a drop one Mercedes
I know these suckers don’t like me
I'm probably poppin' 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 fuck the jail 'cause my
Nigga Ross hold me down
I'm skippin' bail and we in this bitch
Fresh out the dealership
I just came in the game
But I'm killin' shit my nigga Wale
We in the building, we in the building

I had a dream like Martin Luther
I was in the Phantom gettin'
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 tryin' to make a nine stretch
Just was in the yard with lifers
Workin' on my biceps
You would think they all was like us
They ain't have my mindset
When I was missin' sleep and workin'
Weeks to get my mom 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 tryin' to
Make it to the sunlight
Stillmatic with that pen and pad
Just give me One Mic
And I'm gon' get richer
They gon' get sicker
Why they mad at me? 'Cause
They ain't in the picture
'Cause they was on some bullshit
When they started flickin'
And the camera started flashin'
Niggas came up missin'

Black Chevelle on them blades, boy
Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm Blade
Boy come through my city like
"What’s the focus, boy?"
I come though with open doors
Six by nines through theses door panels
Make a bunch of noise
I’m mobbin' 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 bitch do the wop
Man, I'm losin' my religion
Got these angels on my shoulders and
They tellin' me to listen
I blast this Alpine and get lost in my system
They tellin' me it's devil music
And demons have imprisoned my mind
Body and soul and I’m
Travelin' 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!

Every night I’m on the road
Tryin' to get how it come
Still findin' time just to kick
It with my son
I know niggas see them blogs and
It's lookin' 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 I'd see the day that
I get up out the slums
Did it for my team, put 'em on some ones
And every day we shittin' on them
We them niggas with some runs
I was outta control, block was hot as a stove
I was out with them O's
Same time the block was patrolled