Masterpiece

[Intro: Trials] (Funkoars) [?] Drunkoars in the building While the rest of these motherfuckers are on some We are the world, shit, haha, ayy [Verse 1: Trials] They don’t want bad blood between us Like two girls either side, tryna fight for the rights to ride [?] We Certified, wise vagabonds Roam through deserted crates to find breaks to try rappin' on They babblin' bullshit like, "We raisin' the bar" [?] we takin' the bar to break it in half, scrapin' the spark With the fuse lit, making a mark, bottle'll make it's mark And loops like dogs chasing their arse I got a tax cheque for two G's, got some diamonds and gold Went on a bender for two weeks, lost my diamonds and gold Tryna hold a steady job, get a career I got better luck [?] breaking [?] getting it cleared Yeah, scene hoppers that wanna drop into rap Usually get [?] and [?] [?] it ain’t the haters making the music It’s the music making the haters try to do it, you knew it [Interlude: Trials] And if you didn’t know it, now you know my friends Drunkoars are for the babies Yeah, it’s like this, like that [Chorus: Samples] Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece And it means the world to me [Verse 2: Sesta] Yeah, ayy, ayy, yeah My last shit was the next shit Next shit’ll be the best shit, Ses expect to exit The game with a claim to shame, blame the fame For the reason women need a breather when they hear the name (Oh) But they screw up their face when I meet 'em I'm in wife beaters for a reason and rocking Adidas (Yeah) See me at my peak when I drink hard (Yeah, happy hour's at six) Well, see me on the floor by six past (Yeah) The Funkoars invented that raw embedded with porn Never met a competitor, means I 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, fill her cup, then skeet a girl [?] girl, pass her up [?] [Chorus: Samples] Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece And it means the world to me [Verse 3: Hons] 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 art started beef Drink at bars till doors close like the passage through my arteries [?] spark the weed, neck a bottle like a hickey Given this is my town and I’ma push it past the city limits Funkoars, we the best, no doubt I’m raw like the sex with a chick I'll hit if she been checked out And don’t wanna track [?] my hot hits a crowd Not a moshpit and groupies mouths waitin' [?] Yeah, we back with another hit record But we never make the big time like Flava Flav’s pendent Turn my mic up, my Drunkoars at the bar Raise your cups if you drinking till 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 [Chorus: Samples] Baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, yeah, yeah-yeah Baby-baby, you got a masterpiece, masterpiece, masterpiece And it means the world to me