[Intro]
Eleven hunnid
C'mon
You probably went to Oakland High, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
You probably went to Edna Brewer, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
You probably went to Bella Vista, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
Who the fuck is these bitches, they ain't from the funk (Damn)
[Chorus]
Who the fuck is these niggas, they ain't from the funk (Lil dog)
They ain't from the funk (Hell nah)
You probably went to Oakland High, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
You probably went to Edna Brewer, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
You probably went to Bella Vista, but you ain't from the funk (Hell nah)
Who the fuck is these niggas, they ain't from the funk (Lil dog)
Who the fuck is these bitches, they ain't from the funk (C'mon)
They ain't from the funk (C'mon)
[Verse]
Mama tell me "you so lucky boy you coulda' died" (You coulda' died)
When I slapped into that house I was doin' seventy five
I'm not shakin' nigga's hand, I ain't gone slap that five (I'm not shakin' hands)
I went to school at 8:00, nigga I be gone at 9:00 (Gone)
Wish I could do that shit again, I can't reverse no time (I can't)
If you my nigga you 'gon slide with me one more time (One more time)
And put that nigga in the box like a fuckin' mime (Dumb ass nigga)
I remember I ain't have no phone, I had to ask the time (What time is it bruh)
He tell me 8:45, I'm striking home for 9:00 (Gone)
As-salamu alaykum, alaykum as-salamu (C'mon)
But if mama make that bacon, I'm 'gon eat that swine (I'm 'gon eat that swine)
I don't wanna hit your bourbon or that cheap ass wine (I don't wanna hit that)
Listen up and put yo' ear to the grapevine (Listen up)
And I always keep a hoodie like I'm Trayvine (C'mon)
And pray to God that we just made it through the state lines (I pray to God)
Hit the wood one time and you on cloud nine
I be posted in the hood you niggas never there (Where y'all at?)
Had to cut 'em out my circle, I don't fuck with squares (Where y'all at?)
Catch yo' knees and pray to Jesus, nigga say a prayer (Pray to God)
Bro ain't dead but he for sure up in a wheelchair (Pray to God)
I tried to wet that nigga shirt like it was swimwear (I tried to get on)
Caught that dumb nigga lackin' up at Bayfair (I tried to get on)
Then I'm finna snatch 'yo son from that daycare (I'm on that nigga)
And tell his ass that this a dream or a nightmare (I'm on that nigga)
And then that flash hit his ass just like a solar flair (Ooh)
We was ridin' in that Audi bro finessed 'Lil Clair (He finessed that bitch)
Niggas say they from the hood but they ain't never there (They not)
Bitches too, they went to Brewer but I don't fuckin' care (I don't give a fuck)
Niggas tryna take pictures on the fuckin' block (The fuck?)
That's the same reason bro got the fucking chop (Wet they shit up)
Keep the funk out yo' mother fuckin' mouth bitch (Bitch)
'For we slide with hand thangs to 'yo house bitch (Eleven hunnid)
[Chorus]
Who the fuck is these niggas, they ain't from the funk (Lil dog)
They ain't from the funk (Hell nah)
You probably went to Oakland High, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
You probably went to Edna Brewer, but you ain't from the funk (You ain't from the funk)
You probably went to Bella Vista, but you ain't from the funk (Hell nah)
Who the fuck is these niggas, they ain't from the funk (Lil dog)
Who the fuck is these bitches, they ain't from the funk (C'mon)
They ain't from the funk (C'mon)
[Outro]
I'm out here every day, nigga
Every day of my life, nigga
I could bang that on everything I love, nigga
I been getting money since a 'lil ass boy, nigga
Fifteen, sixteen, getting money, nigga
Y'all niggas broke, nigga
Thats on my momma, nigga
Period, nigga
I been getting money, nigga
Y'all niggas claim y'all from funk town you not from funk town, nigga
14th and East 22nd is not funk town, nigga
Period, nigga
Y'all gotta get approval from me or this nigga right here, nigga
Period, nigga
Y'all niggas not from over here
Period, nigga
Period, nigga
Now, nigga
And that's on everything, nigga
And if you feelin' smokey, pull up nigga
I'm on 13th every day, nigga
If you feeling spunky, nigga
And thats on [inaudible] broke ass niggas heads
I don't give a fuck if we went to middle school
I don't give a fuck if we was partners back then
I don't give a fuck about none of that
I dont fuck with none of you niggas
Period, bruh
Period
From the Funk was written by 1100 Himself.
1100 Himself released From the Funk on Sun Jul 09 2017.