Remy Ma & Papoose | Funk Flex | #Freestyle027

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[Verse 1: Remy Ma] Y'all had to listen to garbage, I know y'all glad remy back Getting that paper, that bag You're not bad, you're doing bad Mad 'cause I'm not mad Can't take you serious, period You live in your mom's pad Heard you was at the freestyle and you was way scared Bitch I'm so secure I wrote this on the way here Been killing kids while they nap, since daycare I got this sewed up and on track like fake hair When niggas ask me to spit, they know what I'm 'bout to do When they ask you to spit, they wanna see what that mouth do When I talk greasy, trust it ain't about you I don't shade, I say names you don't want me to shout you Every bar is a bar, bitch what you know 'bout that They calling me bars bitch or Kit Kat You get that, you broads never go hard on a rap Okay, maybe once or twice but you ain't all of that See your whole style, bitten Pieces ain't hitting When I said it was written, I was talking bout y'all bitches Y'all trying to play chess, but why would I play you When I could knock the whole fucking board off the table See I been the difference I don't do the shit they do When I'm around they quiet, I'm loud you bitches K2 Im straight remy no chase boo And y'all a bunch of old birds, y'all just grey goose I'm probably the only chick that make flex drop bombs Got more punchlines than thirsty niggas at prom I ain't gotta fraud for you, black love be how I live Before I made it cool you was HOP positive I put you on punishment, now I gotta beat yo ass You like a disobedient teenager, you wanna be in the streets so bad All this talk about my son and your son I'm hot and your whole world revolve around me, bitch I am the sun Wanted to be an icon, ended up like Akon They finally let me out now I'm an XCON Everybody ratting, I really need some d con Told flex put the beat on, so I can go pecan I showed hoes the way, I'm the light, I'm the beacon Looking for that real bitch, I'm the one that y'all seek on I'm on paper I'm over here blowing dank, y'all bitches really haters over there shooting blanks But who knows, you might really hit something one day But right now, your shit is weaker than Monday through Sunday I'll take your wig off, no literally take your wig off It's funny when she's talking tough, cause we know the bitch soft And if she soft you sophomore That's why I school freshmans and juniors, but let me tell y'all what for Cause at 3 us, 2 can shoot the one I'm 195 ten you little bitches is done I got that face on pretty, attitude on savage NEW York city I'm in the center like Javits Now this the part where I talk shit, I know y'all hate that This part not about bars, it's just all straight facts In 2 years, no album, no solo single, no tour 3 million followers and got 2 BET awards Got the album of the summer, independent and the shit popped Legitimized an entire franchise of Love And Hip Hop Ratings be Monday night, football to be toward thrice Had Hov on my remix, deadass I am nice Appointed black love, I made it cool to be cuffing I body every beat I touch and then I married my husband Brought NEW York rap back, rapping how I really rap Bodied summer jam twice, what you know about that Two Soul Train awards, yeah female rap changing it And yesterday I woke up to two Grammy nominations, FACTS [Verse 2: Papoose] Everybody on Instagram want to be a mannequin Bunch of bitches, you should try to be a man again I be movin' that white boy, Mac Miller We both from Brooklyn, shoutout to that wizard Niggas try to clap at me with fake goons I'ma clap back, they gon' send me to the Shade Room Just yesterday we was Obama'd up Now we all stuck with Ronald McDonald Trump Every time I spit a sixteen, I get the crowd hyped Tell 'em the king back, they ain't wearin' my crown right I be livin' that four pound life That nigga Flex go and say "Yeah, this what New York sound like" Y'all was all happy to be at the AMAs I was out in New York grippin' my favorite gauge Satisfyin' some dope fiends, they ain't complain Be shootin' up with a dope needle, we gave 'em AIDS Before this rap shit, my family made a name In the daily news, you fools, we made the page These rappers act tough and cocky but they afraid Boogie Down Productions run up and take the stage I had a black and white TV, I made a change Now we in living color my nigga, Damon Wayans Public enemy number one, Flavor Flav [Interlude: Papoose] Oh Yo Uhh Uhh [Verse 3: Papoose] Hey yo, your Rollie be tick tockin' That's 'cause it's not real, you be bullshit coppin' I keep the fifth cockin' I spit so much crack in this new jack city I got the fiends Chris Rockin' One day you with this clique, y'all went shopping Next day you with that clique, this shit shocking Next day you mad at them both, you flip flopping You hang around with too many cliques, you clique hopping Get Biz on the mark, he just a friend The cocaine so gray it need Just For Men You pull a Tommy, I pull a nine Squeeze you like an orange Now your Tommy is dead, condolences to Martin Lawrence While you was in the mirror trying to pop that bump I was on the block learning how to pop that pump Go ahead and gamble with your life, think you got that luck You put your life in the bank, I'ma stock that up You pay some change for your watch, man you not that tough I'll ox that chump for a watch that much Always talkin' 'bout the can, how they locked that up Man, it is what it is, but it's not that tough I'm saying jail is jail, it's the block that jump That's where they kill, seen the top cats slump I'm a walkin' reaper, spot I need to pop Believe I got that skunk I scheme and plot, I seen the block I need to block that jump You drink a lot but need to stop To me you're not that drunk You think you hot, you leap and hop I swear your block that dump The nina pop, the beam is hot The beam will dot that punk I dream a lot, I seen the nacirema, got that rush A bunch of cock back guns, we the cock back bunch I bring a Glock and keep it cocked to finger pop that cunt 'Cause niggas will scheme on you if you got their trust It's the money if it's not that lust And I ain't never scared never scared neither You pop that jump and Brooklyn we pop you before you pop that trunk (Uhh) And let me let y'all niggas know one thing It's one life, one love, so there can only be one queen