[Verse]
Look, New York get the bloody money
No consignment, I refuse to givethese dummies money
Lock him in a bathroom like he tryna fuck with Sonny's money
I have 'em mourning and I ain't talkin' when the sun is sunny
That's why I don't be buddy buddy
You gullible, I'm gunnin', you leave here with a bloody skully
We studied Math For Buddies
No honey I studied cuddies
All the customers in the belly of the beast tummy tummy
BX where I grew up they go peein' if they fuckin' nutty
N***as say I'm the best, bitches say that I'm fuckin' ugly
Just say it with your chest (Aha)
Look you found the best, you found 'em, Flex
I don't want you to drop a bomb, I need my own fuckin' sound effect
Tracfone like I sent Bobby Brown a text
Blood and weed butter to make the Browning TEC
Sure it perfect, I swear that I ain't have my brownies yet
I'm high, low in my Yankee New Era
Like if boom bap don't come back, I'ma spank the new era
I'm New York like Timberland and a Yankee blue leather
Adapter, fan is hot, I have my own, I don't shake hands with whoever (Flex)
Why, we'd rather live high here
They ain't cum, they don't come, or they don't live by here
My n***as told me that they proud of me, they seen me in the building
Stand up, dandruff, the way I'm inside here
They hear my voice and tell me that I do something, it's goosebumping
I sip a bottle of Goose in a bubblegoose bumpin' BI finger popping my model friend and her loose cousin
Looked at my watch, it was 12:12 like two dozen
I'm trying to fuck before 12:30 to make some shit up
Like I think I we gonna need some help early and do nothing
I just wanted to screw something
Honestly I probably wouldn't sleep around two something
Go to sleep and dream, no interruption, snooze button
Print out the end Block
Both sides of the block then block this
So blacks never caught block, don't know what writer's block is
Black 'em, I don't want to talk unless the block trust them
Blakka, don't get shot like a movie, blockbuster
Up next, stack your bread right 'cause I'm 'bout to make it
Hard to get a ticket like Funkmaster Flex night
Tap the water when I was pissy drunk, crack the headlights
I was drunk bumpin' ooh like ooh, shot the red lights (Mmmph!)
Run into hell I got my head right
Last show I got this glow, that's the egg whites
The rest of it is talent imagine the pencil lead writes
They said what I said before, it don't matter, it wasn't said right
I ain't on your top list, you like "What you said right?"
When you begin to answer I'm on you, get what you said right
They like "Hey, I don't got that pretty look like a rapper"
I don't got that rapper look but when I rap I look like a rapper
Young who go super fresh, I don't be looking like rappers
It look like I'm wrapping kilos laughing "Look at you rappers, you broke"
I take Rosé but the ACE is cooler
Neck on cooler courtesy of Ace the jeweler
Got a handful of aces n***a place your bet
This hip-hop class I ain't passed, I aced the test
I never had a check at CHASE, so I chased the check
You can have anything as long as you chase the check
I got a bucket list, don't fuck with no one basic, check
Fuck eight bitches and cum on all they faces, check
Fuck twin sisters all through my mama's basement, check
Four naked Asians with zero limitations next
I come frim the era you never had to lie to be cool
Y'all don't feel a n***a, then fuck, you don't gotta be cool
Big bananas, we give it up, that's how it gotta be
You n***as don't even know the half, it sad, you gotta be schooled
My era kept the block hot forever, not the eighties
Twenty years after the pot-blockin' era there's nothing like today
N***as run around in dresses
We war veterans, my era got Pac shot, whatever
You can hear more Biggy
Glorifying violence, I'm just saying we was tougher, we was top notch whoever
That beat made it this song, OGs heard it to put they kids on
Nas, Dick Eater, and Jigga flipped on
Take over, he took over, kept makin' big songs
Hello for this cannabis, Canibus was the shit dollar
Shady was crazy, he will fly kick a sick dog and rip all rap n***as to pieces when he was pissed off
My era, I'm talking G-Unit, not Kris Kross hustlin' any day
I bagged up to Rick Ross, "Everyday I'm hustlin'"
Yeah, my era
Cool, you win your prizes, you could buy like five sweaters
Iceberg Snoopy on my chest with the fly leather
Avirex, Nocona and 'Lay Caulkin nod letters
I'm feeling too alive, I don't feel I'ma die ever
The motion on songs, the return, I'mma cry cheddar
Had Tyga in BX for a month
I brought Katy Perry to the Bronx
I had French Montana in my momma crib rapping in my room
I roll the blunts
When he pulled up, he brought the weed
We was laughing at the seeds 'cause it was trash anywhere
Yeah I had it from the jump
Yup, how you think I knew these n***as before
We wanted the same thing, I knew them when these n***as was poor
I mean they had some but they ain't kickin' the door
They showed me it was possible when you do what you got to do
I'm going hard as ever, you want some verses, I got a few
Say them first and say them backwards, do the impossible
Impossible, do did backwards, then say them
First, them say you get it n***a don't play him
A n***a rap verses around these rappers
It hurts to see all this happen like "Where is the competition?"
With this kid, I heard he's blackin'
Kid I don't know what I'm sayin'
Just bringin' my faster than him
And the audience gettin' roasted by Bernie Mac and that white n***a from Get Him to the Greek
Ever heard his accent?
I'm just a kid from New York with a burning passion to make more in a day than my baby mama and her taxes, yearly
If I keep going hard, it will happen, clearly
Tri-state and all the other forty nine states
Hear me, when you see me, get at me
Pull up, say what's up
All my real n***as that be listening to me bagging weed
These n***as ain't ready
Flex voice exactly