Flex Bombs

I swear I used to be better at talking shit in the beginning of songs
Then again I was better at talking shit when I wasn't doing shit, uh

Time to yellow tape another beat
While I keep climbing to the heights they said I couldn't reach
I'm smellin' victory in the air and it's smellin' sweet
Cause' I ain't got no foot fetish so I don't do da feet (defeat)
My lines colder than winter at the end of December
Step in the ring with the king I'm the number one contender
You beating me at this shit the chances of that are slender
I see your ulterior motives and hidden agendas
My Intuition always gave me vision
Ain't nothin' more savage than a nigga that's on a mission
You think you cook up better than me meet me in the kitchen
I'll whip up somethin' have em' fiendin' and scratchin' and itchin'
I was sleeping in my car writing raps nigga
Dinner was some stolen gas station snacks nigga
I swear to God i felt so motherfucking trapped nigga
I said i gotta make it out or I'ma snap nigga

So get the fuck up out my way fore' you get stepped on
Yeah I'm the one the vets should put they fucking bets on
So everytime you see me I'ma have some fresh bars
Till I'm in Hot ninety-seven and I hear Flex Bombs

And on the marquee I'm the headline
And push fast cars till they redline
Hit the west coast in my spare time
Blowin' the best weed till my head's fried

Fuck the fame, where the cash at?
Most these other niggas garbage, where the trash at?
Oh that's your new single shorrdy? Yeah you should scrap that
They here today then gone tomorrow like a Snapchat
I'm trying to be a legend or at least be in they presence
To tell em' how much they inspired me and taught me lessons
Cause that shit kept me alive it ain't no fuckin' question
From self-destructing or OD'ing on anti depressants
I just played my sister my shit and she ain't get the vision
Said my music hasn't evolved, what the fuck is you kidding?
You must be high on that white shit, the fuck is you sniffing?
That gospel rap must made you deaf if you don't hear the difference
My vision and mission is clear, nigga listen here
My pen is a magic wand it make niggas disappear
I'm clutch as a motherfucker when I be shifting gears
Kicked a couple niggas out the car and left em' in the rear

Get out my way fore' you get stepped on
Yeah I'm the one the vets should put they fucking bets on
So everytime you see me I'ma have some fresh bars
Till I'm in Hot 97 and I hear Flex Bombs

Yeah I'm the one the vets should put they fucking bets on
So everytime you see me I'ma have some fresh bars
Till I'm in Hot 97 and I hear Flex Bombs, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Raymond Gwynn
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