funkmaster flex freestyle

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

rose 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