Artist: Funkmaster Flex f/ Meek Mill, Rick Ross, Stalley Album: Meek Mill & Stalley Freestyle (S) Song: Meek Mill & Stalley Freestyle Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Meek Mill] One thing's for sure, two things for certain Got booked with three bricks, you back home, niggaz working Clown ass niggaz, should have put you in the circus Home in Philly if you get a benz, niggaz lurking Churches, hearses, is it really worth it If you heard he telling why you dapping and conversing Lock me in the cell, let me strap on my Converses Before I drop a dime, tell them people a line Swear to God, man I was nineteen I caught my first case Nine co-defendants and snitching wasn't the worst case Had a hard time giving my name and my birth date But nowadays, niggaz go to jail and it's a earthquake They get all shook up, write a whole book up Ratting their connect out, telling where they got the hook up Got a niggaz twenty years talking about that cook up Back to the home, niggaz fucking with him, good luck Twelve shots of henny to the face, got me stood up Any situation asked about me, and I stood up Catch you slippin like a transmission, fuck your hood up From my hood, to who your hood, good, what up Ugh, nothin though my hundred high This Mac will leave a nigga look like Sponge Bob Hold up, yeah, uh, yeah I said all I know is Flex, shittin on my ex Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell, no jet Waves on them 360s make that pussy get so wet She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me She call me papi and I say ven aqui Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche Box like Ali My sneaks they Bally, in my Hood I'm probably Just rolling round in that Ghost, watching out for them folks Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work I say my shooters like Dirk, 10 racks and you merked I put that on your head, first week and you dead I bottle pop, I model pop Catch me on them bikes like there autopop Niggaz know I'm nice, and I got a lot Like F your corner, nigga, I'll buy the block It's Maybach, we way back Yeah I was starvin, this the Payback It's off the top, hahaha What I tell you I got my hustle from Hova, and my stuntin from Baby That's why I'm fuckin 'em over and my new watch only 80 Got a couple of Rovers, had a drop one Mercedes I know these suckers don't like me, I'm probably poppin they lady I got 100 racks on me now No computer but I got a Mac on me now And I'm a shooter and I really clap homie now And fuck the jail cause my nigga Ross hold me down I'm skippin bail and we in this bitch, fresh out the dealership I just came in the game but I'm killin shit That nigga Wale, hahaha, yo (We in the building, NYC Meek Milly) (Where we goin next? Where we goin next? Dreams and nightmares) (You know what we may need to take it old school) [Funkmaster Flex] Shut it down triple threat on the set hold up It's Hot 97, Funk Flex, Hot97.com InFlexWeTrust.com, @ me on Twitter @FunkmasterFlex I'm out here mad digital, okay? [Meek Mill] Ay ay Flex can I tell you somethin (YES SIR~!) Uh listen it's MMG right (yes) We a team (yes) but we all Flexin livin workin hard and grindin (rockin) When you see us you don't see none of that other bullshit problems All that nah we just gettin money Grindin, the only problem we got is Can I get a verse on that next beat you got? That's the only problem, that's all we doin [Rick Ross] MMG, Self Made 2 Stalley in the building, Wale in the building, Meek Milly Young Millionaire, I feel good, Ricky Rozay, Self Made 2 on the way We sucker free Milly (uhh) you ready? If you smokin in NYC let's go [Meek Mill] Let me tell 'em, dreams and nightmares I had a dream like Martin Luther I was in the Phantom getting brain like a Harvard student Check my record for the fame, ain't really hard to prove it Went to jail, came home to that kitchen just like Martha Stewart With a Pyrex trying to make a nine stretch Just was in the yard with lifers, working on my biceps You would think they all was like us, they ain't have my mindset When I was missing sleep and working weeks to get my mind set And to get my son right so he don't live my young life Cause I remember some nights I used to hold that gun tight Middle of the jungle trying to make it to the sunlight Stillmatic with that pen and pad just give me one mic And I'm going get richer, they gone get sicker Why they mad at me, cause they ain't in the picture Cause they was on some bullshit when they starting flickin And the camera starting flashing, niggaz came up missin Ha~! Ha~! Let me get it, uhh (Meek Milly MMG hit us up Hot 97) (You know what it is, Maybach Music) (Yo Stalley you got somethin for us real quick?) [Stalley] Black charvelles on them blades, boy Dark shades, leather jacket like I'm Blade, boy Come through a city like what's the focus boy? I come though like open doors Six by nines through theses door panels, make a bunch of noise I'm mobbing on these back streets and city blocks Middle finger every cop Chevy block engines, everything is heavy stop Sweat pants, the car dance, I make that bitch do the wop I'm losing my religion Got these angels on my shoulders and they telling me to listen I blast this alpine and get lost in my system They telling it's devil music and demons have imprisoned My mind, body and soul and I'm traveling down hell's road This strap got no Velcro So I'm down for whatever, whenever, wherever Any way the hell I go, you think I'm scared and here's your answer Hell no! (Woooooooooo!) (You see? MMG it's goin down we here) (You better believe it, shuttin it down) [Meek Mill] + (Rick Ross) Every night I'm on the road, tryin to get how it come Still findin time just to kick it with my son I know niggaz see them bribes and it's lookin like it's fun But when you out to get that cake, you gotta pick every crumb (HUGH) Yeah, you gotta pick every crumb I never thought that I see that day that I get up out the slums Did it for my team, put them on some ones And every day we shittin on them, we them niggaz with some runs I was outta control, block was hot as a stove I was out with them O's, same time the block was patrol I can't even remember it man I got too many bars right now man [Rick Ross] Hot 97 Funk Flex the task is on force In music MMG we here