Funkmaster Flex Freestyle (Part 1)

[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 [Start: 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 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" [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 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 [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 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? [Outro:] I could go forever, Flex, I could go forever Born Sinner, TOMORROW, June 18th I could go on forever