Flex
Aye!
Look!
I've been making bangas for the longest
If you didn't know it ask your momma's
I know, hear the hatred from the oppas'
I know it ain't Nate that never stop's!
They say they ridin' past the crib, oh?
I be outside in the middle of the street, wife-beater an' some shorts on!
An' I've been revvin' like a sports car!
Shinin' like the North Star!
You say you the hardest, but I'm more hard!
An' I been gettin' the bacon
An' bringin' this back an' I'm bankin' it
An' bet I bring the heat like I was bundled in a blanket!
Muthafuckas wanna take at the top?
'Cause I'm the greatest!
You rhymin' a little basic!
My rhymin' mo' like The Matrix!
You cryin' about relations!
An' lyin' about betrayin'!
I'm shinin' and' gettin' picked
My environment full of greatness!
You tryin' but you can't fade us!
I'm ridin' out wit' the greatest!
The name on the dotted line is!
Majik Ninja Entertainment!
Killer hustle!
We got the stamina an' the advantage of
Bein' some never givin' a damn about damagin'
Anybody we battlin' if my homie is mad then
You better believe that we backin' 'em
'TIl we bumpin' and brackin' about they wonder what's happenin'
We get it crackin' in any city we crashin' and I be drippin' and splashin' then
I'm killin' this fashion that ain't no rapper is passionate!
Got the fate you can catch it an
Oh! Yes!
This' my flex!
This ain't a test!
This is my karma!
Look at my checks!
This' my due!
This is my truth!
Y'all might be up!
But bitch, I'm up next!
F-f-flex!
Foot on they necks!
I told a bit' that she fuck' with the best!
She was like, "Crazy!"
I was like, "Yes!"
This' my moment!
Look at my fresh!
This' my flex!
(This' ma' flex, th-this' ma', this' ma' fuckin' flex)
(F-f-flex, ma' flex, this' ma' fuckin' flex)
(Thi-his' ma' fle-flex, this my flex)
I might be rappin' 'til the pay's gone!
Fuck it, if that day come
I'ma hit the haters on deck!
This' my flex!
Hold up!
Wait a minute!
This might be my greatest record!
Oh, look!
Wait a minute!
(I think I hear haters dissin'!)
It ain't a spitter on your team, and they all is garbage!
Five cars pullin' into y'all apartments!
Listen! You can hear the fuckin' dogs's barkin'!
At his family all day, like Laurie Partridge!
Got a H-O-D, that's a heart of darkness!
An' you might be smart, but you're still a mark, bitch!
If I carve your carcass, I cut the meat up
An' use it to feed a coupla' my starvin' sharks! It's
Hot like arson is, I'm no arsonist!
But I got mo' fire than the Bic you sparkin' with!
Bitch you aren't the shit!
Ain't no heart in this!
Mediocritas!
Shit you droppin'! It
Sound like cock and dick!
Simple, monotonous!
Bitch, I got the hits!
Ain' no stoppin' shit!
An' yo' bitch remind me of some french fries, from Red Robins-es!
That's bottomless!
But you won't see me fuckin' with fake hoes!
All I wanna do, is put some weight on the bank roll!
I want the cheddar, an' the cake, an' the queso!
An' any other metaphor for gettin' more peso!
I don't ever pay any attention to they' pose
Or the fake love that they show
To the rappa's who cain't flow!
It's a smack in the face, bro!
When you claimin' that they mo'!
E'en when they ain't though!
But fuck it, I came fo'
The flex!
This ain't a test!
This is my karma!
Look at my checks!
This's my due!
This is my truth!
Y'all might be up!
But, bitch I'm up next!
F-f-flex!
Foot on they' necks!
I told a bit' that she fuck with the best
She was like, "Crazy"!
I was like, "Yes"!
This' my moment!
Look at my fresh!
This' my flex!
(This' ma' fle-fle-flex, this' ma'-this' ma' fuckin' flex)
(This' ma, this-this-this' ma' flex, this' ma')
(This' ma', fle-fle-flex, this' ma', my fuckin' flex)
I might be rappin' 'til the pay's gone!
Fuck it, if that day come
I'ma hit the haters on deck!
This' my flex!
(Not only are the belts on the line, but there's another very important stipulation flexed)
Look!
I've been making bangas for the longest
If you didn't know it ask your momma's
I know, hear the hatred from the oppas'
I know it ain't Nate that never stop's!
They say they ridin' past the crib, oh?
I be outside in the middle of the street, wife-beater an' some shorts on!
An' I've been revvin' like a sports car!
Shinin' like the North Star!
You say you the hardest, but I'm more hard!
An' I been gettin' the bacon
An' bringin' this back an' I'm bankin' it
An' bet I bring the heat like I was bundled in a blanket!
Muthafuckas wanna take at the top?
'Cause I'm the greatest!
You rhymin' a little basic!
My rhymin' mo' like The Matrix!
You cryin' about relations!
An' lyin' about betrayin'!
I'm shinin' and' gettin' picked
My environment full of greatness!
You tryin' but you can't fade us!
I'm ridin' out wit' the greatest!
The name on the dotted line is!
Majik Ninja Entertainment!
Killer hustle!
We got the stamina an' the advantage of
Bein' some never givin' a damn about damagin'
Anybody we battlin' if my homie is mad then
You better believe that we backin' 'em
'TIl we bumpin' and brackin' about they wonder what's happenin'
We get it crackin' in any city we crashin' and I be drippin' and splashin' then
I'm killin' this fashion that ain't no rapper is passionate!
Got the fate you can catch it an
Oh! Yes!
This' my flex!
This ain't a test!
This is my karma!
Look at my checks!
This' my due!
This is my truth!
Y'all might be up!
But bitch, I'm up next!
F-f-flex!
Foot on they necks!
I told a bit' that she fuck' with the best!
She was like, "Crazy!"
I was like, "Yes!"
This' my moment!
Look at my fresh!
This' my flex!
(This' ma' flex, th-this' ma', this' ma' fuckin' flex)
(F-f-flex, ma' flex, this' ma' fuckin' flex)
(Thi-his' ma' fle-flex, this my flex)
I might be rappin' 'til the pay's gone!
Fuck it, if that day come
I'ma hit the haters on deck!
This' my flex!
Hold up!
Wait a minute!
This might be my greatest record!
Oh, look!
Wait a minute!
(I think I hear haters dissin'!)
It ain't a spitter on your team, and they all is garbage!
Five cars pullin' into y'all apartments!
Listen! You can hear the fuckin' dogs's barkin'!
At his family all day, like Laurie Partridge!
Got a H-O-D, that's a heart of darkness!
An' you might be smart, but you're still a mark, bitch!
If I carve your carcass, I cut the meat up
An' use it to feed a coupla' my starvin' sharks! It's
Hot like arson is, I'm no arsonist!
But I got mo' fire than the Bic you sparkin' with!
Bitch you aren't the shit!
Ain't no heart in this!
Mediocritas!
Shit you droppin'! It
Sound like cock and dick!
Simple, monotonous!
Bitch, I got the hits!
Ain' no stoppin' shit!
An' yo' bitch remind me of some french fries, from Red Robins-es!
That's bottomless!
But you won't see me fuckin' with fake hoes!
All I wanna do, is put some weight on the bank roll!
I want the cheddar, an' the cake, an' the queso!
An' any other metaphor for gettin' more peso!
I don't ever pay any attention to they' pose
Or the fake love that they show
To the rappa's who cain't flow!
It's a smack in the face, bro!
When you claimin' that they mo'!
E'en when they ain't though!
But fuck it, I came fo'
The flex!
This ain't a test!
This is my karma!
Look at my checks!
This's my due!
This is my truth!
Y'all might be up!
But, bitch I'm up next!
F-f-flex!
Foot on they' necks!
I told a bit' that she fuck with the best
She was like, "Crazy"!
I was like, "Yes"!
This' my moment!
Look at my fresh!
This' my flex!
(This' ma' fle-fle-flex, this' ma'-this' ma' fuckin' flex)
(This' ma, this-this-this' ma' flex, this' ma')
(This' ma', fle-fle-flex, this' ma', my fuckin' flex)
I might be rappin' 'til the pay's gone!
Fuck it, if that day come
I'ma hit the haters on deck!
This' my flex!
(Not only are the belts on the line, but there's another very important stipulation flexed)
Credits
Writer(s): James Robert Garcia
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