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letra de mone corleone on flex | freestyle #035 - mone corleone

[verse]
the king’s back, queens rap where i’m supreme at
they tossin’ stones in hot hands, n-gga, 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
f-ck the raps, who you n-ggas was before (woo)
dirty n-ggas sleepin’ on your mama’s floor (woo)
f-ck a rollie, get you n-ggas michael kors (ooooh!)
b-tch made, y’all the groupies on the tour
we the shooters with the shooters
yeah the one the shooters call
f-ck an uber, hit you off the scooter
my youngins got maneuvers to hit you above right next to cooter
you don’t like me n-gga
well that’s fine just get in line
wait your turn up, see n-gga, i waited mine
i was never the hater before they made it, congratulated
love to see you n-ggas 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, b-tch 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
n-ggas 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 n-gga squeeze don’t make me go “achoo!”
i advise you, do not be the n-gga they lie to
cuz sh-t be all pretty, then a n-gga just rob loot
lost boys, we pop ’em, then we toss toys
try to x5 them n-ggas, just a crosstour
we at the lot, tryin’ to pick ’em with caution
cuz queens n-gga, we don’t do too well with portions
of course it’s the n-gga that be p-ssin’ them off
they don’t love you ’til a n-gga’s stififn’ them all
they applaud you even when you hittin’ them all
then tell the whole world that you p-ssy ain’t soft
you know the n-ggas they never had, never wanted you to have
used to be mobb deep, n-ggas never knew to have
40 to marcy, jamaica up to myrtle ave
turn up your radio, cuz this is real murder rap
f-ck all the murder rats, n-ggas are really murder cats
welcome to mondo, this where you get your burger wrapped
i’m certified as ever you heard if i done k!ll or say the realest sh-t
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 n-gga
this ain’t no netflix and chill, time to kick back, n-gga
yo, b-tch, open up my presents, you don’t get that n-gga
wait ’til the morning, i’ma sit at home, gift wrap n-gga
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 n-ggas 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, n-gga
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 n-ggas around me anyway
i’d rather go on tour with my family any day
f-ck 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?
n-gga, who this?
f-ck you get this number
i text like dame dash, yo, state prop one
and you don’t know me, you knew me
n-gga, 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 sh-t ain’t in loomies (huh!)
it’s handmade off the fabric of huey
too advanced for these n-ggas, 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 n-ggas rich off attention, well, i pay you no mind
pray to the skies, they wait my demise, summertime fly
who am i? the n-gga that quit and left out to dry
while i ride, all of this a surprise, look how they got me
sh-t, back from the dead, cleaner than oxi
these g-y n-ggas in glitter, liberace
n-gga, you can’t do versace or huaraches
no that’s not saucy, n-gga, 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 f-ck 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 n-ggas know how to hide
we know the pros and cons of all the frozen arms
of all the n-ggas with rollies that’s gettin’ rolled on
see, i’ma mind my business
yeah, this sh-t is guinness
you could believe it or not or just receive it in plot
break out your plans, n-gga, be a man
cuz all these n-ggas you under, they don’t understand
i’m prime example, got these n-ggas that spit
all this family sh-t 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 sh-t, now that i’ve got it, n-gga
suck my d-ck! 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 sh-t
i sat back for too long watchin’ you n-ggas be g-y
the real n-ggas diminish all the fake n-ggas’ praise
n-gga, 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, n0body’s prayin’ ,no toast
i’m like ooohh, i don’t wanna lose it
but they some n-ggas 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

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