No Flex - HaDez Remix
I ain't gotta flex
I don't need the stress
Get it off my chest
While I'm up here make a mess
Rapping it quicker's a test
Proving that I am the best
I am just kidding, no purpose in winning
If losing my soul is a part of the enemy's deal
How's it feel?
Meal after meal
People clapping seals
Got some controversy, yeah your approvals sealed
Got a couple mentions
Name has gotten some attention
Music's copied, got no innovation
Massive parties, invitations
I don't care, man, I don't even care
Look at what you wear
Flare up the top
But, you mumble when you talk
Bruh, you gotta stop
Try and write something that's hot
Oh, you're drugged and drunk, I forgot
I said that I forgot
I am an artist, drawing quarters
Got no change overdrawn in quarters
Writing on the walls, draw in my quarters
While you on the street dropping quarters
Man, I can think of 25 more quarter puns
Noah wanted sixteen
Think I took a quarter of the song
And I'm still going
Staying sharp off the top like a unicorn
Sets wack, Imma pass gimme a quarterback
Seventy five cents, have a dollar, gimme a quarter back
Boy been in it three years, ain't nobody calling me back
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
Taking up the heat
I've been far away from home
I've been living in my sin
And I ain't even know
Feeling like I'm way too much
I have nowhere else to go
Came right down on both my knees
I had to make a brand new flow
Letting the one up above
Handle all of my love
I've been living a life
Nothing at all, but just lies
Stressing too much by myself
Can't control my health
It's for the fame and the power
Ain't all by myself
Got the chains, got the watch
Got the Henny in a bath
Got the bands, do the math
It ain't worth it, do the task
Gotta show it, drop the mask
All the pain is in the past
Focus on whatever is gonna last
I've been holding grudges to all of my peers
Letting off the ropes, man I had to steer
Making wrong decisions, everything was clear
Had to come back up, got hit like a deer
He's showing me the way
It's a brand new day
Got to make the time, do this one more time aye
Gotta praise the name, ignore all the fame
Gotta praise the name, ignore all the fame
Throw it up, bring it in
Making hits, don't pretend
Mix it up, make a smoothie
I don't need your hating man
Homie chromie, feeling holy
Crew don't keep it low key, okie
Live it up, I'm Zack and Cody
Sing bout smoothies, now they know me
Everybody put them up
Like this a mask attack
Cause I been blowing steam off
Like I am passing gas
You could call me Superman
This beat is action packed
Momma said I mumble
So then I go back to pad
I got a dime, I'll make it a dollar
Then make it a hundred, then go to the altar
Putting up signs, then put on a concert
Then put up my hands, I'll rock for the father
Hadez told me that I sing outta key
So the 808s gonna get louder
Brandon and Bryan been spitting and frying
I kinda feel like I'm with Bowser
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
Nah, for real though, what's in your wallet?
I don't need the stress
Get it off my chest
While I'm up here make a mess
Rapping it quicker's a test
Proving that I am the best
I am just kidding, no purpose in winning
If losing my soul is a part of the enemy's deal
How's it feel?
Meal after meal
People clapping seals
Got some controversy, yeah your approvals sealed
Got a couple mentions
Name has gotten some attention
Music's copied, got no innovation
Massive parties, invitations
I don't care, man, I don't even care
Look at what you wear
Flare up the top
But, you mumble when you talk
Bruh, you gotta stop
Try and write something that's hot
Oh, you're drugged and drunk, I forgot
I said that I forgot
I am an artist, drawing quarters
Got no change overdrawn in quarters
Writing on the walls, draw in my quarters
While you on the street dropping quarters
Man, I can think of 25 more quarter puns
Noah wanted sixteen
Think I took a quarter of the song
And I'm still going
Staying sharp off the top like a unicorn
Sets wack, Imma pass gimme a quarterback
Seventy five cents, have a dollar, gimme a quarter back
Boy been in it three years, ain't nobody calling me back
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
Taking up the heat
I've been far away from home
I've been living in my sin
And I ain't even know
Feeling like I'm way too much
I have nowhere else to go
Came right down on both my knees
I had to make a brand new flow
Letting the one up above
Handle all of my love
I've been living a life
Nothing at all, but just lies
Stressing too much by myself
Can't control my health
It's for the fame and the power
Ain't all by myself
Got the chains, got the watch
Got the Henny in a bath
Got the bands, do the math
It ain't worth it, do the task
Gotta show it, drop the mask
All the pain is in the past
Focus on whatever is gonna last
I've been holding grudges to all of my peers
Letting off the ropes, man I had to steer
Making wrong decisions, everything was clear
Had to come back up, got hit like a deer
He's showing me the way
It's a brand new day
Got to make the time, do this one more time aye
Gotta praise the name, ignore all the fame
Gotta praise the name, ignore all the fame
Throw it up, bring it in
Making hits, don't pretend
Mix it up, make a smoothie
I don't need your hating man
Homie chromie, feeling holy
Crew don't keep it low key, okie
Live it up, I'm Zack and Cody
Sing bout smoothies, now they know me
Everybody put them up
Like this a mask attack
Cause I been blowing steam off
Like I am passing gas
You could call me Superman
This beat is action packed
Momma said I mumble
So then I go back to pad
I got a dime, I'll make it a dollar
Then make it a hundred, then go to the altar
Putting up signs, then put on a concert
Then put up my hands, I'll rock for the father
Hadez told me that I sing outta key
So the 808s gonna get louder
Brandon and Bryan been spitting and frying
I kinda feel like I'm with Bowser
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex, no no (Back)
No flex, no no, no flex (Back)
No flex (Three years, ain't nobody calling me back)
Nah, for real though, what's in your wallet?
Credits
Writer(s): Noah Nelson
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