Black GoTh

I'm flexing on niggas
Perplexed with these niggas
Can't even pay me to stand next to these niggas
Cut checks with these niggas
Fuck equity nigga
Losses make bosses
A vet to these niggas
All of these crosses
Upset with these niggas
How you gon' turn your back on me
I showed you love
You gave me blood
And that's a fact homie
Bitter shit ahh
I can't lie
Damn that broke shit hurt my pride
And all these broken bitches
Capping hard like they're down to ride
It's time for homicide
Murder been on my mind
Kill a beat
Just like catching bodies
Cause you ain't no one until you kill somebody
Losing my soul
Flirting with Lucy
You know how it goes
New levels new devils
My flow heavy metal
Ain't chasing a bag
I'm chasing a level
A status
These baddies
Gon' come for that lettuce
Like rabbits
They chasing
This cabbage
I been above average
A savage turned civilized savage
Stuck in my madness
Losing my mind and my passion

Yea I'm flexing
Bitch I'm flexing
Cold world but I'm doing fine
Yea I'm flexing
Shut the fuck up get on your grind
Yea I'm flexing
Said you in your bag yea
I laughed yea
I'm just flexing
I'm flexing
Bitch I'm flexing
Cold world but I'm doing fine
Yea I'm flexing
Shut the fuck up get on your grind
Bitch I'm flexing
Said you in your bag yea
I laughed yea
I'm just flexing
I'm flexing
Bitch I'm-
Rules change
These snitches on top
While real niggas drop
I'm keeping my cool
But really I'm hot
No heated
Kicking that rah rah
But don't mean it for real
Criticized cause I drip like Pharrell
Fitted jeans down to dopemans
Ain't making statements
I'm giving out hope man
Dress shit in Gucci
It won't make it dope man
These bitches too pricey
Big knots now she like me
Fake ass
Fake face
Fake tits
Won't make you wifey
Can't trust her if she don't get hyphy
Real women over bad bitches
No time for your dad issues
Accepted the fact that I'm dying alone
Ain't that bad nigga
Sad boy
Black goth
Demon days
Like Gorillaz I'm mad pop
Fuck your story
Keep your glory
Fuck your love
Rather see you dead and gory
Hits for fake
Protect the real
Fuck a deal
Overdose off surp and pills
I'm too real for a major deal
Now pass that drank get faded yuh
Way too much stress up on my mind
Living amongst the times
The blind leading the blind
I'm still flexing
Bitch I'm flexing
Yea I'm flexing
Bitch I'm flexing

Bitch I'm flexing
Cold world but I'm doing fine
Yea I'm flexing
Shut the fuck up get on your grind
Yea I'm flexing
Said you in your bag yea
I laughed yea
I'm just flexing
I'm flexing
Bitch I'm flexing
Cold world but I'm doing fine
Yea I'm flexing
Shut the fuck up get on your grind
Bitch I'm flexing
Said you in your bag yea
I laughed yea
I'm just flexing
I'm flexing
Bitch I'm flexing

Part two



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Writer(s): Wasi Humble
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