Yo Funk Flex   what the fuck is the deli my niggee?   This is Nas in yo area   y'all know the signs, right?   Ryhmes, cash, weed, cars,   ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars   Gat slingers now rap singers is   who we are, Nasty to Nas,   Nas to Escobar   Rhymes, cash, da weed, cars,   ghetto celebrities, hood moviestars   Gat slingers now rap singers are   who we are, from Nasty to Nas,   Nas to Escobar      Y'all know this shit right?   We gonna get it right, get high tonight   Funk Flex right? My first tool 22s,   I hung with crews and rocked funny jewels   gold chains, halloween,   we bombed sunday schools   first blunts, cutting class   first wifee had me nothing fast   used to brag about who I had   Always wore a bag on my dick   Pants sagged on my kicks, Converse   Weapons, yellow, and purple magics   Fur had that black shit   shorties jumpin on mattress   97, pockets is fat, rock a soccer cap   Sunday, Yankee hats   God, can he be black, thanks for that   I'm original man, show improve   The mack move right in my hand   Blowdro, murderer, M.O., gone for O   Tinted window, hennessy XO, fuckin' wit Esco   Heavy metal go achoo, yo bless you   Jail niggas go ta hell quicker   lick you wit that hunting shot   Rockin VVS rocks, stylin, wildin   Peace to Queensbridge housin   congratulate flex, five-hundred thousand   SOLD   Fuckin better than gold, nigga