Artist: Dave East Album: Funkmaster Flex Radio Show Song: Funkmaster Flex Freestyle Typed by: AZ Lyrics East side, east side On the 6th floor right in the 'jects, right in my best Wishin' I was in my fifth tour, got some work I could click off Learn how to stack good, I just want that Beamer Same color as a Backwood, still empty I'm that hood Used to do the chicken spot, now it's Benihana lunch Roll with some older niggas that'll tie your momma up Oyster perpetual for the Rollie, kept it diamond cut Bottom nigga climbin' up, off sour you can find me stuck Buckshot, bring me right back, niggas'll line you up Pull up in some shit they never seen so I ain't gotta rush Zoom by, kush on my left, pills on my right Kept the white right in the middle like moon pies I'm too high You think you ridin' till your goons die My youngin's ask you what's your shoe size Then prolly let a few fly I'm in Miami with a muma Tryna win a Grammy off of grands and buddha I want the moolah It's hard to stop what's already in motion I ain't gotta hit your blunt, I've already been smokin' G star denims on my schmurda shit in '08 My mental was really on some murder shit Cause nothin' was workin' out Just to pass the time, started workin' out Me and my nigga J Black from way back He a Bronx nigga, met him in Queens Butch crib, met up with fiends Imagine Nas signed you, hell of a dream Somebody pinch me Promise nothin' they say ever gettin' to me Used to watch House Party now kitten play listen to me This that talk that make the hustlers want to open shop This that stash house talk, don't let 'em know the spot This that talk that got my city wantin' rap again This that all black everything like an African This that middle of the summer in the trench coat Glock 19 remindin' them of how you been broke Pablo, Louboutin poncho Photos with my eyes low Strapped where ever I go Toe tag and won't brag about it, now you John Doe If you need a joint I play the point, Rondo Call my nigga Gato My jeans used to be Paco Baby mother spanish, nigga fell in love with tacos I was in Miami down in Liv, me and Capo Mad under covers in the buildin', I did not know I come from a town that's famous for the Apollo When you gettin' to it, even famous bitches swallow Rosé to the face, I ain't never pass the bottle I'm always sick, I don't never need a doc note In love with that money, guarantee nigga I'm not broke True dope boy always lookin' like I got coke Flex what up? Freaky forever baby