Lyrics:
Uh
1st & (1st &) 15th (15th)
Woah, uh!
Lupe Fiasco's Food & Liquor
Is lovingly, hand-crafted and done
By the good folks, at 1st & 15th, yeah!
They was bringing cash back
Before Instagram was selling up instant grams
Connect 'em and I can never
Fuck with no middle man
Before the fake jewelry
get the money never stop)
I learned that from my ogs
(I learned that from my ogs)
U could never fake the funk
(U can never fake the funk)
On my soul I
Same keys that you're hearing
Same keys that I got in my trunk
Trap funk 'cause I'm having gas bag
And I made it off of trap talk
'Cause I'm having
be doing our video
[Mr. Funke] Same one?
[DoItAll] Same one! Concepts, whole nine
And crazy similarities to the whole rhyme
I'm not worried though
to the worms drop
Yeah you heard we rock, microphones by the masses
You never smash it, I get see-Notes diggin for the casket
It gets drastic, no need
funk that can never be faded!
So you can tell by the way I funk my funk
No time for fakes, and no time for punks
Son rolls a thick one, brothers say
and yeah for short in the south
I got my purr's on that pure, I put the funk in the house
back wit R.E.G in the day Lil Flizy could not get paid
to even
weed spots, the two hot Glocks
HAH, that's how I got the weed spot
I shot dread in the head
Took the bread and the lamb spread
Lil' Gotti got the shotty
But never will i ever see barrel of a gun
007
My word is bond
You getting struck by lightning
While im in the eye of the storm
This the calm
Im tired
with no grease
I worked so damn hard, but the money, it never increased.
I quit my fuckin job, I had no job nigga
Put on the mask, get the gloc, it's
What we doing, Flex?
They see us, Funk Flex, Meek Mill, 017
I mean, why not?
Dreamchasers in the building
You know what it is
Philly, New York City,
Here comes a rhyme in your ear
Craig Mack is here, so have no fear
My rhymes push the hack to the rear
I'm severe, rap pioneer, with funk I steer,
your face
Talking bout mine and what I want
Fucking MC's with the Dangerous funk
I'm on my way, to the top
So much rapping I'll never stop
And all
funk on a Friday on my malware
In the highway, takes MC's by the driveway
Driveway
Slow ill flow, so you know, head to toe
Ill bend flows when I go
From
worship fake gods
I deal
When the money callin
Never let it rang
Whatchu need I got it
Prolly sell it by the eighth
Mr.Workaholic
Always make the play
Mr
I'mma die by the trigger
Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger, Die by the trigger
Now yall gon miss me (If I let lil woedee kill me)
Now yall gon miss
him today
I'm sorry for Freddie I'm sorry for Gray
I'm sorry for niggas that's killed by the jakes
I'm sorry for niggas that's killed by the fakes
And I
I could man up
Lil Tecca 2 Glocks you'll turn to a dancer
No fakes runnin' 'round or comin' around us
We been hot, ain't nobody found us
We on, you
tu area
Causando desmadre, Ponte Trucha
[Verse One: Mr. Shadow and Lil' Rob]
As I enter I'm gonna representer Mayhem Click
So Let The Mayhem Begin
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
[Computer voice]
Where's the party at
[Verse 1]
Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game,
Papapapapapapapa
Well let me take you by the hand and introduce myself
Mr funky lover man, I only do my best
Swedish home made stew for you
The recipe with
no I
I can't relate lil nigga no I
I can't relate lil nigga here's why
I can't relate lil nigga no I
I can't relate
I am the truth you niggas is fake
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