Nino Man | Funk Flex | #Freestyle025

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[Intro] What you heard? Nino Man Harlem Ya ready? Saint John's, look [Verse] Yo, since they didn't believe I'ma make them pay I'ma eat in front of their face and won't make a plate If I do it it's on purpose, I don't make mistakes Who want beef I'ma grab the heat and make a steak I'ma leave a clown well done and soon as his shells dumb Got so many hammers I'm ready to sell some Stop it who I'm fooling I won't even sell one You could always use extra who know how to spell run 'Cause when them shots fired, better run like you not tired In your hood out the next day a whole block quiet This new .44 alone stop riots We don't need no chemistry, this is not science Tell Flex play some Nino Man, don't be missing out Keep you ears to the streets Flex please listen out The love people dishing out, it was like this amount So I'ma keep rapping in this bitch 'til they kick me out Whiling I'll be standing up sleep like a cone head I'll be writing raps in my notes 'til my phone dead I was in Miami thinking raps on a moped Wondering when I get back how I'ma get some mo' bread Grew up listening to the radio, now I'm on it Barely had a bike as a kid, now I'm in foreigns Hammers leave a convoy drenched like it was pouring All the dudes around me either on the run or got warrants I'm a different breed Flex, I'm in a different league Hitch had to box me and Flex I had to stick and weave They know I'm with the G's and they got some shit to squeeze I get a rat killed as soon as he sniffed the cheese Listen B, I grew on up Lenox Ave, you was never there If I say ayy, hard blows gon' be everywhere L in the loss, never worry, yeah, we heavy here If I see a snake I'ma turn his shit to Metal Gear Started off with scraps and pennies, now they see me stacking Benjis I don't care what faggots envy long as they know that's a fendy When I was broke some people had it, didn't ask for any Now all of a sudden I'm Hollywood in an accidenty Keep it a buck don't try to be no pretender You know what I had to sacrifice to be a winner I chose to put my life on the line, than be a quitter Know how many times I ate peanut butter and jelly for dinner I didn't think so, your lonesome being bitter I was a good kid but I was forced to be a sinner 'Cause back then my mom's had a lot of back rent So I had to find out the value that the crack went While y'all was in the crib playing tic tac toe I was outside trapping tryna get that dough They having snowball fights, I'm tryna flip that snow I know money talk but I ain't tryna chit chat though Right now everybody in Harlem got this on blast Flex Even got Saint John's mob and all on that add Flex All of these other rappers is corny, I think they mad Flex Always screaming out independent but wish they had Flex I wish my mom's could see me right now I could see her in her room chilling in her night gown Finally her young son is in the light now I'm about to take off, I'm booking the flight now Shout out to my mom's, you my favorite I just want to tell you three words "I made it" You not here to see it but your son is getting famous And those fake friends you told me to watch started hating But now I'm on vacations, to get out people's faces It's all about green, you damn right I'm racist People hit me up so much it's getting more real So real they try to call my phone while it on air Showed no support claiming they was all there Before the buzz I didn't get a text the whole year But anyway I got real ones I'm close with Real ones I smoke with and real ones that smoke shit I be getting focused, tryna get emotion You always tryna jump ship, now you want an ocean Look Flex peepers Nino Man's a good vote Someone talking funny about me must be a good joke He better swallow his pride or he gon' get choked 'Cause after I'm done with money he gon' look broke Leave it up to the gram, they all ballers I seen you outside with your fam in a Ford Taurus First you gotta grind and have flows and more order Look to get in this game you need more than four quarters Look, I was tryna kick back, sit back Conversate with y'all about some big stacks, if that Reminisce when I was going crazy when Kiss rapped What about the tunnel album rest in piece big cat I be tryna get racks, I ain't tryna get rapped So whoever thought I fell of this the get back I did a lot for the money even the savage days I was in my bag so heavy I'd need baggage claim Everything was straight until the baggies came Want the money, y'all can have the fame Built the money on violence, better respect your jaw Growing up on Lenox, aw, damn, B, hold up You see us