J.Cole, Funkmaster Flex - Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (Part 1) lyrics

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

Is it on me? Is it on me?
Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm hmmmm, hmmmm
NYC, Cole World

Look, they say I'm something like a teacher
I guess they right
I'm with your bitch 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 fuck 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 shit
Now we livin' better thanks to
The flows I spit and I'll make sure she paid
Like she wrote my shit 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 fuck
With say "That's my nigga" "That's my nigga"

You see us, baby funk Flex, J cole
Who you mad at, me or yourself

Look they give props to the others
But them niggas ain't help
Take a look around
Girl I built this shit up myself
At a time when niggas cry 'bout
How they sit on the shelf
I gave the world 2 classics to put on my belt
Way before "Work Out" I
Did them sit-ups myself
Too many hands in my pockets
Niggas 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
Nigga since Master P
If not, at least half, my nigga at least half
Afraid of 30, still looking twenty
Like he's Fab subtle shit
Throwing these jabs like he's Zab
I seen, Mac Miller
That nigga 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 niggas knew me
Let's make a movie out this shit
Cause these hoes getting choosy
Out this bitch 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 fuck nigga no landing
Long as I'm alive, no man king
And nigga that was the hook

HOT 97, baby!

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 nigga
Could've dropped the album like twice nigga
So nigga fuck your advice nigga
Started off friendly
Now all these niggas my enemies
What could you say to offend me?

I could go forever, Flex, I could go forever
Born Sinner, TOMORROW, June 18th
I could go on forever