*by Native Sun Kiowa-J This is an awesome album. Now that the beef is over, it's been generally agreed upon that Drake came out on top, but it hasn't stopped Funk Flex from taking a random shot at the rapper during a DJ set at Jadakiss ' show in NYC Saturday night. How would the Los Angeles Dodgers superstar follow that? Could it be topped? Turns out he spent this week — during which the Dodgers completely overhauled their roster — mainly chilling. " The 11 tracks are truly a special gift for any Hova fan since they show off his skills prior to becoming a multi-millionaire. And I feel that, a lot of NY cats do not **** with Pac, period, on any type of level. Listen to the newest member of the Hot 97 Family, Nessa, as she holds down the afternoon slot from 3pm-7pm!. Quotable:"Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close / How am I supposed to win when they got me fighting ghosts?".
Safaree Samuels, the ex Nicki has already sufficiently clowned , attempts to enter the musical fray by, among other things, claiming that he ghostwrote swathes of. © 2014 2dopeboyz[Verse 1: Mac Miller]Eating shawarma, doing drawings of ChewbaccaBumping Flocka, f**k the drama,Marijuana's been as calming as the f**king Dalai LamaYour style common as a little league sponsor from a 'tarded kid's fatherI'm at meetings shaking hands and adding commas to my net worthTalk about my money please and feelings might just get hurtThis the same effect and less wordsChilling with this asshole, he call himself SweatshirtI think this might be some of my best workI let these bitches dive in, but it's head first,Applying pressure when I put together lettersI'm a king, I'm a myth, beat a bitch down with my scepterThese Fendi treasures feeling better than a million sweaters in AlaskaYour raps are as corny as NebraskaLacka-daisical bars, my throw aways will trash yaHigh as NASA on acid, acid tone,Acid foam, talking trash like John McEnroeYou a little bitch with the f**king cabbage patch flowWatch me smack a ho, turn around and catapult offUp above my castle's moat, right into my f**king throneThis man is dapper, manufactured in hellYou candy rappers got damn disasters, myself, funk flex soundboard I'm chillingClub house, in demand, passwords, surveillance can't infiltrateThis type of lifestyle that one simulatesMy bitches great, had a dinner date with William GatesHe took her to his big estate, the bitch flipped the safeEscaped through the kitchen bank, dipped it down the interstateHanded me the money, started sucking me offThis is a full blown virus, we don't f**k with a coughMade money off the white without touching the soft, I'm in thereMillion dollars, I been there, 'bout a few timesMulan, she on the futon, tryna do lines,This coup-I'm; in, highway about a buck fiftyMiddle finger out the window, who wanna f**k with me?I told Dom's and Hodgy, stop popping molliesTryna blow up and die: some real kamikazesYoung fisherman sinking in Lake MichiganInnocence, voice of an angel, so Minnie RipertonExquisite bitch, getting lit, live from the WimbledonStill sinning this ill pimping is Bill ClintonShe butt-naked swimming, I'm paying for no attentionWorkaholic, got a tv showI know you seen the crib, now she sees the youngin' rhymeSanitary birth, watch a bee get buried in the hurstSee, I kill myselfMac hippie analog, you rap midi, turn the camera's offI make you snap and slap your bandana offYour bitch greet me like I'm Santa Clause, mouth waterHigh as a satellite, see,I'm in ancient Greece, getting head from AphroditeMac is mighty, got a bunch of whitey's acting like meI set the bar highThis a bizarre ride, word to PharcydeIn plaid pants, hit a hole-in-one on the Par 5Eyes closed, drinking whiskey, let the car driveThese hoes thirsty, see the dick.