Mone Corleone | Funk Flex | #Freestyle035

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[Verse] The king's back, queens rap where I'm supreme at They tossin' stones in hot hands, nigga, you seen that Told you before, I've seen it all, right from the door They see it, try to be it, the modern day CB4, look Fuck the raps, who you niggas was before (Woo) Dirty niggas sleepin' on your mama's floor (Woo) Fuck a Rollie, get you niggas Michael Kors (Ooooh!) Bitch made, y'all the groupies on the tour We the shooters with the shooters Yeah the one the shooters call Fuck an Uber, hit you off the scooter My youngins got maneuvers to hit you above right next to Cooter You don't like me nigga Well that's fine just get in line Wait your turn up, see nigga, I waited mine I was never the hater before they made it, congratulated Love to see you niggas get to the paper, glad you made it When my name pop up, it ain't the same 'bout us One thing remained the same is nothing changed 'bout us They try to box me out, I David Blaine that stuff See, once your name's on it, bitch you've gotta claim that stuff Even if they ain't say you lame, they don't complain 'bout us (Strip) Look, I been the type to just say what I feel Niggas feel some type of way, bring them feelings to the field Bet they know about me, but what we know about you? If I sneeze a nigga squeeze don't make me go "Achoo!" I advise you, do not be the nigga they lie to Cuz shit be all pretty, then a nigga just rob loot Lost boys, we pop 'em, then we toss toys Try to X5 them niggas, just a crosstour We at the lot, tryin' to pick 'em with caution Cuz Queens nigga, we don't do too well with portions Of course it's the nigga that be pissin' them off They don't love you 'til a nigga's stififn' them all They applaud you even when you hittin' them all Then tell the whole world that you pussy ain't soft You know the niggas they never had, never wanted you to have Used to be Mobb Deep, niggas never knew to have 40 to Marcy, Jamaica up to Myrtle Ave Turn up your radio, cuz this is real murder rap Fuck all the murder rats, niggas are really murder cats Welcome to Mondo, this where you get your burger wrapped I'm certified as ever you heard if I done kill or say the realest shit Victim owners, they God Fiat Don Vito Corleone, .40s don't make a motion picture Whenever that .40 all he drawn It's blood and bones when I spit that nigga This ain't no Netflix and Chill, time to kick back, nigga Yo, bitch, open up my presents, you don't get that nigga Wait 'til the morning, I'ma sit at home, gift wrap nigga Look, call me Santa on my French Montana I'll be running through these industry hoes, pardon my grammar I'm such a distraction from your reaction, I'm what they lackin' Ain't never show me no love, watch your compassion These niggas be talkin' just to be talkin' I just keep quiet just to be awkward I keep running ahead just to be cautious You better get you some bread since you so nauseous All you Instagram quoters, Facebook philosophers Forty eight laws of who's writing this garbage up I ain't got no fans, I'm just here to make this music And you ain't gotta press play to it But don't wait 'til I'm dead to give me cred, nigga Don't wait 'til I'm gone to sing these songs It's more snakes in the barn than on a farm So I clean my house before I'm mowin' the lawn I don't like too many niggas around me anyway I'd rather go on tour with my family any day Fuck a Porsche, I'd rather the Camry anyway If the foreign gon' make me a foreigner, well I stay No, not where I used to Number done change like Sudoku I reply to the text, who you? Nigga, who this? Fuck you get this number I text like Dame Dash, yo, State Prop One And you don't know me, you knew me Nigga, this be the new me Yeah, I'm trying to be a god, they still trying to be Goonies We ain't cut from the same cloth, this shit ain't in loomies (Huh!) It's handmade off the fabric of Huey Too advanced for these niggas, I'm way ahead of my time I spit back off the skip back, that's pressin' rewind I broke the floor on these holes after this hoe was designed You niggas rich off attention, well, I pay you no mind Pray to the skies, they wait my demise, summertime fly Who am I? The nigga that quit and left out to dry While I ride, all of this a surprise, look how they got me Shit, back from the dead, cleaner than Oxi These gay niggas in glitter, Liberace Nigga, you can't do Versace or Huaraches No that's not saucy, nigga, that's not bossy And somewhere down the line, these thugs, they got lost there Trying to find a new way back but it got costly Whenever you get to talkin', don't moan, speak bossy Oh, just keep off me, cuz we ain't gotta act like We brothers or something from different mothers or something Because we from the same spot don't mean we fuck with each other You know the awkward vibe? When you don't offer files? When you don't want to be cool but you don't want to be cruel? So you hit the head and nod like ain't they smooth That's how it be or it's just me Then you ain't really outside You IG niggas know how to hide We know the pros and cons of all the frozen arms Of all the niggas with Rollies that's gettin' rolled on See, I'ma mind my business Yeah, this shit is Guinness You could believe it or not or just receive it in plot Break out your plans, nigga, be a man Cuz all these niggas you under, they don't understand I'm prime example, got these niggas that spit All this family shit ain't get a whole lot of bread Don't get the family high, you know this song and all the right from wrong Look, I ain't askin' for shit, now that I've got it, nigga Suck my dick! How's we supposed to be cool? Cuz you postin' me fool I kept them wolves off your ass You was posed to be food You know the trouble I spit It be the trouble I get, or we can handle it We be on demand with this shit I sat back for too long watchin' you niggas be gay The real niggas diminish all the fake niggas' praise Nigga, I'm Southside born, 40 Project raised One thing I can say, this ain't back in the days They ain't who they post, they all doin' the most They all aim with them fingers, nobody's prayin' ,no toast I'm like ooohh, I don't wanna lose it But they some niggas like Fab, I'ma still prove it That I can still spit like the real kiss This the real 'Vic, I'm on Gone!