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[Intro]
Hey, the funkmaster flex is coming
I told myself I'd say that
Hey, hey look
[Verse 1: Ice Cream beat]
Wake up, cuz gotta get your cake up
Its falling from trees like leaves
I'm bout to rake up
Man if you ain't hungry than thats just
More bread for me to bake up
Man if you ain't hungry man I'm trynna
Get my cake up
Look at the time, how could you think
Your shit is sicker than mine
Ask your homie as your girl ask your
Nigga then rhyme
This is andre mixed with Kanye mixed with Jigga then Nas
Couldn't name a bug with a buzz bigger than mine
Man I'm damn new homeless how Im picking up dimes
But nevermind that, look how I'm bringing these clever lines back
Nigga you whack, shoulda fired whoever signed that
Cole introduced you to death, you kept in contact
Jealous niggas, how many chances y'all blew?
How many times you been new?
All them advances y'all blew
Now you see me on the rise and throw a tantrum or two
Like "Dog i'm iller than him." Nigga im cancer than you
You barely catching the flu, now who is you?
Dead summer, you bout to tell a couple niggas lose your number
Cause Cole world coming, later for them bench warmers
Bitch I get covers you don't even get covered
No more stunting like kenevil though, I ain't evil even though
The flow is hella hot my pot is steaming for a reason hoe
Hiroshima flow, napalm, used to pray to god that funk flex
Would drop A-Bomb, man
Now he dropping like eight bombs
Anything possible, skinny jeans not a go
Raps go so deep they begin to seem nautical
Grade A, straight A, nigga go check the honor roll
Boy, hey lemme still get
Can I still get it flex?
Hey (On you) Hey (On you on you)
Hey (HOT 97)
[Verse 2]
I got a
Chip on my shoulder the size of a golden nugget
The industry overlooked me for that I'll be holding grudges
Wouldn't take a chance on me suddenly its oh you love it
Lets get a Cole feature, thats gon put you over budget now
Picture being broke without no pot to piss in and
Suddenly your idols is your competition
Used to be like god to me, slowly losing my religion as
These notes from my composition turn to compositions then
Put it out and let the world sing
(Yo hol' up hol' up hol' up)
We had dreams just to make it up the flagpole
Just to find out that your heroes was some assholes, Y'all don't feel me
Man look, hey y'all don't feel me (Lets get another one flex)
Hey y'all don't feel me
(I told you he was gonna do something else, lets get to something else, lets get to something else?)
Yes sir, whatchu got?
Hey, hey, hey, uh, uh (Chuckles)
[Verse 3: Blow tha Whistle beat]
Yeah, hey, New York (Oh my goodness, arrgh! arrgh!)
Hey, man, feast your eyes on a real nigga
Could never say it too much, im a ville nigga, (NICE)
Permission slips, if you wish I could field trip ya
Oh yeah you ill, while I heal, would you gill quicker
Told my brother when I get a little bigger Imma whoop your ass (Ha Ha!)
School of hard knocks, only outings with the class
So just in case a nigga trynna pull a fast one
When it come to these hoes, Im trynna pull a fast one
So when it come to questions she don't even ask none
I don't even remember the name of the last one
Wasn't this easy when a nigga didn't have nothing
Could't catch a break, now a nigga need a
Full body cast, throwing rappers into a body-bag
I do it just for kicks like I'm in karate class
Nigga mind on money stress, like he took pilates class
Cole finna blow with his old snotty, ass (Blow the whistle?)
Blow the whistle! (You know what is is, hot 97 Funk Flex J Cole)
Man blow the whistle (You want another one?)
Man whatever you got man, dog i'm ready for whatever (Let's go let's go let's go)
[Verse 4]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Yeah, yeah, man, look ok
Now that I'm blowing up, they money is slowing up
Them older hoes I used to know say "Oh you blowin up?
I remember when you was that tall" Ok now girl I'm this tall
And I'm ballin, I'm Chris Paul, they can't guard, and my whip dog
Look y'all, to my old hoes I miss y'all, how could I ever diss y'all
Hold but never kid yall, uh, I need someone who's gone be my baby
Not someone saying "What have you done for me lately?"
I took you out, I dug you out but oh that ain't enough?
You want my mind, you want my time but that ain't whats up
Time is money I can't afford that now, but girl you got the best range
And a smart ass mouth, So come here (BLOW THA WHISTLE!)
I really mean this, something like a genius
Ass so good, would have thought you made the deans list
Man we got it Flex, thats all they get boy (Ah, just, just curse who cares!)
Ha hah ha ha ha (Just curse who cares!)
Ahhhhhhhh
(Wait a minute, wait a minute)