Lyrics Masterpiece - Funkoars

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(Funkoars)
You got it, drunkoars in the building
All the rest of these motherfuckers are doing it
So we are the world, shit

Hey, they don't want bad blood between us
Like two girls, either side, trying to fight for their rights to [?]
We certified, wise bag of balls
Run through [?]
And they babble on bullshit like you raising the bar
With the fuse lit, making a mark [?]
I got a tax check for two [?] got some diamonds and gold
I got a [?] lost my diamonds and gold
Trying to hold a steady job, get a career
I got better like naming it, breaking it, getting it clear
Yeah, seen hoppers that want a drop in a rap
Usually get unity [?]
[?] it ain't the haters making the music
It's the music making the haters try to do it, you knew it

And if you didn't know it, now you know my friends
Drunkoars are for the babies
Yep, it's like this

Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece
And it means the world to me

Ay, yeah, my last shit was the next shit
Next shit'll be the best shit so suspect to exit
The game [?] blame the fame
For the reason [?] when they hear the name
But they screw up their face when I'm [?]
Wife readers for reason [?] rocking a demon
See me at my peak when I drink hard
Your happy hours of sex will see me on the floor by six past
The Funkoars invented that raw embedded with porn
Never met a competitor, means I've met 'em all
Forget it, we the owners
How's a bitch in a minute even seeing the man of the moment?
A lot of rappers are singing to sell
I just drop a lot of good shit like I'm eating well, you see your girl
Meet a girl [?] girl
Meet a girl, pass her up, huh, [?]

Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece
And it means the world to me

Now, this verse a masterpiece, even before I start to speak
Like a split personality, you don't know the half of me
Skilled in the [?] started beef
[?] doors close like the passage through my arteries
Given this is my town and I'ma push it past the city limits
Funkoars, we the best no doubt
I'm raw like sex with a chick I hit [?] she be checked out
Don't want a track on my hot hits a crowd
Not a moshpit [?]
Yeah, we back with another hit record
But we never make the big time like Flava Flav's pendent
Turn my mic up, the drunkoars at the bar
Raise your cups if you drinking 'til the night's up
Your step daddy's back and still make a whore moan
We still got that raw flow so welcome to the 'oars show

Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah-yeah
Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece
And it means the world to me