Maino (2016) | Funk Flex | #Freestyle020

Lyrics

[Verse 1] K.O.B. business, Brooklyn Hustle hard, team Mainy, y'all already know Black flag mafia Yeah, yeah, yeah Once born a king, I'ma die a god These hatin' niggas prayin', hopin' that I die tomorrow My mama holdin' me, my daughter screamin' "Daddy talk!" My body cold, in the dirt they drop my casket off But I'm a legend, live forever, though These niggas birds, couple shells, watch these fellas blow I call the play with my arms, four shots to his head Walk the back like they cornrows Never backin' down, K.O.B. is back around These niggas talk till you rat-a-tat-tat 'em down Started off in a mess hall, waitin' on that mail call Foxy Brown poster on my cell wall Now they idolize, I'm just who they got in mind Then fucked every bad bitch on my timeline Who they playin' with? I'm on that same shit Last night, me and Young M.A. wanted the same chick Don't say a word, niggas know me Two shots, dealin' juugs in my coat sleeve They ain't gangsters, they aim to be famous Fell asleep, woke up feelin' like Pappy Mason You more like Rayful Edmonds I move like Wayne Perry, kinda scary, man you niggas ain't ready Chasin' with the semi, he was runnin' then he tripped Bullets gone, turned the gun around and beat him with the clip Brooklyn so unified, I enforce that Fifty-fifty love, never change and they know that GMG shooters Ruger and my bitch bad The choppa out, spinnin' 'round like its Six Flags [Interlude] It's all messed up now Flex, what they gon' do now? K.O.B around [Verse 2] That's them lames in the background speakin' out loud With they eyes on the throne, want a shot at the crown Got a mind full of sick thoughts For my homies that decided to skip court Fuck jail, bail money in the go yard, drug dealer go hard See me in a Bent, but I treat it like a Go Kart It's easy to see when you look at me Another reason that you should be shook at me I was on them corners when you couldn't be Police was on us so hard that we couldn't breathe How you stoppin' em? Pooch got the Glock on 'em Black bandana tied like Pac and 'em The AK, pistol grip, no stoppin' em My wolves know it's lunchtime, we been watchin' 'em R.I.P., no love for 'em, hands up, ,still shooters when we run for 'em Funk Flex said "It's on!"