Artist: Funkmaster Flex f/ J. Cole Album: Who You Mad At? Me or Yourself? Song: Maine On Fire Typed by: Gemini_20502K@Yahoo.com [Intro: Funkmaster Flex] Niggas always tryin! Heh Heh Heh Huh Huh! SHUT UP!!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA!!! GRRRRRR!!!!! Canceled! Heh Heh Heh Heh! GRRRRRRRR!!!! HA HA!!!! 'Bout to cancel! Heh! FUNK FLEX! J. COLE! YEP! [J.Cole] Eh Em! Hey! Yeah! [Verse One: J. Cole] Maine of fire my empire be higher Than the octave on Mariah you niggas should worship sire Your crew holdin dead weight like a fuckin hearst's tires Meanwhile I'm like the flow diversifier verse is flyer Gave you truth, at a time when niggas prefer the liars I was David promisin the world that I'm a serve Goliath Then I, swam with sharks made it to the land in part My dick in bitches with intentions sick as Satan's worst desires Uh! Hell of an intro, speedin through this life At a, hell of a tempo with my head out the window 20K in my pocket as I'm feelin the wind blow And I ain't have a wallet since Nintendo, comprendo Orchestratin these capers watch my paper crescendo I use to wanna save the world now all I do is spend dough 'Til I, snap back like Hov hat Now I'm back with this big black strap like hold that HUH! BLAOW!!!! [Chorus: J. Cole] Maine on fire, top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks, and plenty on the rocks Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Now! Maine on fire, e'ry week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots, many bottles poppin And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar [Verse Two: J. Cole] BLAOW! We collect a hundred thou Gettin over on promoters might as well say run it now I was such a cunnin child The one yo' girl mama wish she brought back home instead of you, the one yo' mama glad you hung around Cole! A charmin nigga that could harm a nigga Chest out in yo' hood like I walk around with armor nigga But it's just me and all my niggas and we fuck the baddest Bitches on the planet witness this is hustle at it's....finest 'Cause while you niggas chase vaginas We just let the paper blind us while vaginas chase behind us While, take notes make money don't make jokes For a master grab his rope and make us all the scapegoats Real shit, but if the world really 'bout to end You might as well let my nigga Craigout the pen Pain so deep the words bled out the pen And maine don't sleep nigga I win, then come again HUH! [Chorus: J. Cole] Maine on fire, top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks, and plenty on the rocks Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Now! Maine on fire, e'ry week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots, many bottles poppin And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar [Outro: J. Cole] BLAOW!!! Maine on fire, top down bitch I ain't no liar Henny on the rocks, and plenty on the rocks Middle fingers to the ones who say we can't go higher Now! Maine on fire, e'ry week can see my name on flyers Henny by the shots, many bottles poppin And if she say that she ain't let me she a dang on liar BLAOW!!!