Nyck Caution
YG
Joey Bada$$
Young M.A
A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Don Q
Belly
Dave East
Joe Budden
Charlie Clips
Uncle Murda
DNA (Battle Rapper)
Albee Al
USHER
ANoyd
Murda Mook
Jidenna
Meek Mill
Nick Grant
Vince Staples
Maino
Tsu Surf
Kur
PHresher
Smoke DZA
Nino Man
Tay Roc
Remy Ma & Papoose
Oun-P
Axel Leon
Termanology
Mike Flowz
Rain910
Manolo Rose & Memphis Bleek
Cassidy
Mone Corleone
Busy Signal
Consequence
Lady Luck
Shotgun Suge
Zoey Dollaz
Big Sean
Chris Rivers
Jim Jones & Axel Leon
Desiigner
G Herbo
Mysonne
Corey Finesse
Cory Gunz
Millyz
T-Top & Goodz (Battle Rapper)
Casanova
Tali Goya
Arsonal
Vado
JID
Tee Grizzley
Ms. Hustle
Russ
Griselda & Benny the Butcher & Conway the Machine
Snoopy Dinero & Stevey Steve
Quilly
Moneybagg Yo
Action Bronson
Lloyd Banks
Brillo
Meek Mill
UFO Fev
VIC MENSA
Fred the Godson
Macklemore
DNA (Battle Rapper)
Loaded Lux
Papoose
Safaree
SNS
E-Class and Young Poppa
CyHi
Tory Lanez
Black Thought
Nipsey Hussle
Royce da 5'9"
Lil Yachty
Kyah Baby
Don Q &
Flatbush Zombies
CHIKA
Juice WRLD
Quentin Miller
Fat Joe & Mysonne
G Herbo
Russ
mgk
Lil Tjay
Flipp Dinero
Dave East & Styles P
Dave East & Styles P
Arsonal
Lil Baby
Meek Mill
Charlie Clips
A Boogie wit da Hoodie
Afro B
Anderson .Paak
DaBaby
Goodz (Battle Rapper)
Moneybagg Yo
Juice WRLD
Tyler, The Creator
Cordae
Big Sean
Polo G
Young M.A
Rapsody
Marlon Craft
22Gz
G Herbo
Lil Baby
Jack Harlow
Funkmaster Flex
Polo G
G Herbo
Fivio Foreign
Tory Lanez
Shenseea
22Gz
Don Q
Cam’ron
Token
Fredo Bang
Bobby Shmurda
Jack Harlow
Joey Bada$$
Lloyd Banks
Meechy Darko
Freddie Gibbs
Albee Al
Lil Baby
Roddy Ricch
GloRilla
Lola Brooke
Conway the Machine
Justina Valentine
Offset
Meek Mill
Kendrick Lamar
Eminem & Proof
[Verse]
The king's back, queens rap where I'm supreme at
They tossin' stones in hot hands, nigga, you seen that
Told you before, I've seen it all, right from the door
They see it, try to be it, the modern day CB4, look
Fuck the raps, who you niggas was before (Woo)
Dirty niggas sleepin' on your mama's floor (Woo)
Fuck a Rollie, get you niggas Michael Kors (Ooooh!)
Bitch made, y'all the groupies on the tour
We the shooters with the shooters
Yeah the one the shooters call
Fuck an Uber, hit you off the scooter
My youngins got maneuvers to hit you above right next to Cooter
You don't like me nigga
Well that's fine just get in line
Wait your turn up, see nigga, I waited mine
I was never the hater before they made it, congratulated
Love to see you niggas get to the paper, glad you made it
When my name pop up, it ain't the same 'bout us
One thing remained the same is nothing changed 'bout us
They try to box me out, I David Blaine that stuff
See, once your name's on it, bitch you've gotta claim that stuff
Even if they ain't say you lame, they don't complain 'bout us (Strip)
Look, I been the type to just say what I feel
Niggas feel some type of way, bring them feelings to the field
Bet they know about me, but what we know about you?
If I sneeze a nigga squeeze don't make me go "Achoo!"
I advise you, do not be the nigga they lie to
Cuz shit be all pretty, then a nigga just rob loot
Lost boys, we pop 'em, then we toss toys
Try to X5 them niggas, just a crosstour
We at the lot, tryin' to pick 'em with caution
Cuz Queens nigga, we don't do too well with portions
Of course it's the nigga that be pissin' them off
They don't love you 'til a nigga's stififn' them all
They applaud you even when you hittin' them all
Then tell the whole world that you pussy ain't soft
You know the niggas they never had, never wanted you to have
Used to be Mobb Deep, niggas never knew to have
40 to Marcy, Jamaica up to Myrtle Ave
Turn up your radio, cuz this is real murder rap
Fuck all the murder rats, niggas are really murder cats
Welcome to Mondo, this where you get your burger wrapped
I'm certified as ever you heard if I done kill or say the realest shit
Victim owners, they God Fiat
Don Vito Corleone, .40s don't make a motion picture
Whenever that .40 all he drawn
It's blood and bones when I spit that nigga
This ain't no Netflix and Chill, time to kick back, nigga
Yo, bitch, open up my presents, you don't get that nigga
Wait 'til the morning, I'ma sit at home, gift wrap nigga
Look, call me Santa on my French Montana
I'll be running through these industry hoes, pardon my grammar
I'm such a distraction from your reaction, I'm what they lackin'
Ain't never show me no love, watch your compassion
These niggas be talkin' just to be talkin'
I just keep quiet just to be awkward
I keep running ahead just to be cautious
You better get you some bread since you so nauseous
All you Instagram quoters, Facebook philosophers
Forty eight laws of who's writing this garbage up
I ain't got no fans, I'm just here to make this music
And you ain't gotta press play to it
But don't wait 'til I'm dead to give me cred, nigga
Don't wait 'til I'm gone to sing these songs
It's more snakes in the barn than on a farm
So I clean my house before I'm mowin' the lawn
I don't like too many niggas around me anyway
I'd rather go on tour with my family any day
Fuck a Porsche, I'd rather the Camry anyway
If the foreign gon' make me a foreigner, well I stay
No, not where I used to
Number done change like Sudoku
I reply to the text, who you?
Nigga, who this?
Fuck you get this number
I text like Dame Dash, yo, State Prop One
And you don't know me, you knew me
Nigga, this be the new me
Yeah, I'm trying to be a god, they still trying to be Goonies
We ain't cut from the same cloth, this shit ain't in loomies (Huh!)
It's handmade off the fabric of Huey
Too advanced for these niggas, I'm way ahead of my time
I spit back off the skip back, that's pressin' rewind
I broke the floor on these holes after this hoe was designed
You niggas rich off attention, well, I pay you no mind
Pray to the skies, they wait my demise, summertime fly
Who am I? The nigga that quit and left out to dry
While I ride, all of this a surprise, look how they got me
Shit, back from the dead, cleaner than Oxi
These gay niggas in glitter, Liberace
Nigga, you can't do Versace or Huaraches
No that's not saucy, nigga, that's not bossy
And somewhere down the line, these thugs, they got lost there
Trying to find a new way back but it got costly
Whenever you get to talkin', don't moan, speak bossy
Oh, just keep off me, cuz we ain't gotta act like
We brothers or something from different mothers or something
Because we from the same spot don't mean we fuck with each other
You know the awkward vibe?
When you don't offer files?
When you don't want to be cool but you don't want to be cruel?
So you hit the head and nod like ain't they smooth
That's how it be or it's just me
Then you ain't really outside
You IG niggas know how to hide
We know the pros and cons of all the frozen arms
Of all the niggas with Rollies that's gettin' rolled on
See, I'ma mind my business
Yeah, this shit is Guinness
You could believe it or not or just receive it in plot
Break out your plans, nigga, be a man
Cuz all these niggas you under, they don't understand
I'm prime example, got these niggas that spit
All this family shit ain't get a whole lot of bread
Don't get the family high, you know this song and all the right from wrong
Look, I ain't askin' for shit, now that I've got it, nigga
Suck my dick! How's we supposed to be cool?
Cuz you postin' me fool
I kept them wolves off your ass
You was posed to be food
You know the trouble I spit
It be the trouble I get, or we can handle it
We be on demand with this shit
I sat back for too long watchin' you niggas be gay
The real niggas diminish all the fake niggas' praise
Nigga, I'm Southside born, 40 Project raised
One thing I can say, this ain't back in the days
They ain't who they post, they all doin' the most
They all aim with them fingers, nobody's prayin' ,no toast
I'm like ooohh, I don't wanna lose it
But they some niggas like Fab, I'ma still prove it
That I can still spit like the real kiss
This the real 'Vic, I'm on
Gone!
Mone Corleone | Funk Flex | #Freestyle035 was written by Mone Corleone.
Mone Corleone released Mone Corleone | Funk Flex | #Freestyle035 on Mon Jan 16 2017.