Neighborhood Flexer

Yuh

Turn me up

Yeah

Your daily Neighborhood Flexer
Fuck a Poindexter
A nigga playing chess
While you niggas playing checkers
Niggas want beef
Well nigga here's Checkers
You can get it how you get it
Bitch
It ain't no pressure

Church right here
But I ain't speaking to the choir
Ask anybody bout me
Never say that I'm a liar
Cuz the truth ain't free
Yeah it come with a cost
Niggas wanna be me me
Like my name Faust
Yeah these shoes pretty pricey
But my pants from the Ross
Catty corner
To the corner
Where all my niggas lost
Some bread
Lace
And they face
And they life
To what was taught
And I ought to be considerate
Of the life that I was bought

Cuz that could've been me
Or some shit
They say I'm pathetic
And then I tell em' all chill
That ain't empathetic
Yeah I bet on myself
And I still don't regret it
Niggas steal my metaphors
Like I never said it
That's like proposing to ya girl
At somebody's wedding
That's like owing somebody money
And spending it reckless
That's like
Buying stupid shit
When you could've invested
F3 for life baby
Til Heaven's Armageddon



Credits
Writer(s): De'auan Mcclaine
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