[Intro: Funk Flex & Common]

Hot97.com, inflexwetrust.com, at me on Twitter, @FunkmasterFlex

Common, what's your Twitter, my brother?

Yo, @Common, check me out y'all, let's go

Google+, all of that, this is what it is, it don't stop (Yeah)

Common let's go, my brother

[Verse: Common]

Yo, ashtrays and cigarettes, last days indigenous people

These are adventures of young black millionaires

I am the voice of the meek and underprivileged

The smell of success, I want y'all to get a whiff of this

On the move like black slaves through the wilderness

I write it, and still get invited to white Christmases

When I was young, three wise men came to visit us

One a hustler, one a king, one a prisoner

They cracked the bottle, and then start giving gifts

"You from Chicago, we want you to deliver this"

Show the walking dead who the true and living is

Separate the fake from who the real niggas is

Hot tub time machine back to the Sybaris

Hats from liquor stores to avoid syphilis

Frivolous spendin', drunk nights with storybook endings

I guess it's my addiction to women, ah

I was in France, Hennessey blendin'

Writing my own rhymes like I'm Tennessee Williams

Now I'm right here with the brother named Flex

Y'all know the context, Com'll get sex

He talk about the ladies and yo, yo, you see me, um

He said we got them broads, yo, yo, they premium

That's how it is yo getting into the biz'

You know Com Sense always said what it is, so yo

You should know I'm coming down, you should see a

Brother Com Sense with the album "The Dreamer, The Believer"

It's like that y'all, right here Hot 97, in Flex We Trust

[Outro: Funkmaster Flex & Common]

You know what it is, Funk Flex, Common

When you see us, you don't change, baby (Uh)

One (One, ah)