Til You Flexout
Yeah, we just flexed out on you niggas now, man
This ain't even no workout, I'm just flexing my muscles on you little nigga, man
You feel me
Shout out my nigga Lemonade
Lemonade Drae, that is
My nigga came through with the citrus, I brought the acid
We fuck around and made it classic, nigga
On God
Uh, okay, I'm flexed out
Rapping reps now, I brought my best out
God really stuck his neck out
I feel so blessed now
These niggas pressed, I got them stressed out
I brought the tech out
So fuck your little vest, boy, we aiming for your head now
Cause really, I'm relentless
You niggas non-efficient
Work ethic, pathetic
Your grind looks diminished, dawg
Rhymes like coke, I'm baggin' raw
When flippin words, flow raging war
See me snappin' on the beat, I'm Thanos killin half your fleet
And now your bitches after me, want me to fuck them fast asleep
But I got too much money to count, constantly stacking G's
Until we building millions, eventually break the ceiling
Young niggas emerged from the dirt, such a wonderful feeling
Might break the bank, but never tanking my pension
I ain't no saint, but I move like Frank when it comes to handling business
Made it out of the trenches like a boss, it's a givin
To raise these digits, ten times higher than the cost of livin
Just hope my sins forgiven when I pray up to God
Please Lord, help me with this vision as I straighten out these flaws
Want to see my aura glow off these minimal odds
Till I terraform the globe like I'm General Zod nigga
Cause I'm flexed out
God really stuck his neck out
I feel so blessed now
These niggas pressed, I got them stressed out
I brought the tech out
So fuck your little vest, boy, we aiming for your head now
I said I'm flexed out
God really stuck his neck out
I feel so blessed now
These niggas pressed, I got them stressed out
I brought the tech out
So fuck your little vest, boy, we aiming for your head now
This life we chose, nigga
So until love is found
We gon' continue down this road, nigga
You feel me
Only you got the power to change your situation
Can't be worried about the next man
Try and get a bag off him
Nah, I'll run up your own check, nigga
But when you do, make sure the fam eat too shit
That's how you flex on these niggas, mane
Yeah
Life is Lemons
So make lemonade
Life is Lemons
Life is Lemons, mate
This ain't even no workout, I'm just flexing my muscles on you little nigga, man
You feel me
Shout out my nigga Lemonade
Lemonade Drae, that is
My nigga came through with the citrus, I brought the acid
We fuck around and made it classic, nigga
On God
Uh, okay, I'm flexed out
Rapping reps now, I brought my best out
God really stuck his neck out
I feel so blessed now
These niggas pressed, I got them stressed out
I brought the tech out
So fuck your little vest, boy, we aiming for your head now
Cause really, I'm relentless
You niggas non-efficient
Work ethic, pathetic
Your grind looks diminished, dawg
Rhymes like coke, I'm baggin' raw
When flippin words, flow raging war
See me snappin' on the beat, I'm Thanos killin half your fleet
And now your bitches after me, want me to fuck them fast asleep
But I got too much money to count, constantly stacking G's
Until we building millions, eventually break the ceiling
Young niggas emerged from the dirt, such a wonderful feeling
Might break the bank, but never tanking my pension
I ain't no saint, but I move like Frank when it comes to handling business
Made it out of the trenches like a boss, it's a givin
To raise these digits, ten times higher than the cost of livin
Just hope my sins forgiven when I pray up to God
Please Lord, help me with this vision as I straighten out these flaws
Want to see my aura glow off these minimal odds
Till I terraform the globe like I'm General Zod nigga
Cause I'm flexed out
God really stuck his neck out
I feel so blessed now
These niggas pressed, I got them stressed out
I brought the tech out
So fuck your little vest, boy, we aiming for your head now
I said I'm flexed out
God really stuck his neck out
I feel so blessed now
These niggas pressed, I got them stressed out
I brought the tech out
So fuck your little vest, boy, we aiming for your head now
This life we chose, nigga
So until love is found
We gon' continue down this road, nigga
You feel me
Only you got the power to change your situation
Can't be worried about the next man
Try and get a bag off him
Nah, I'll run up your own check, nigga
But when you do, make sure the fam eat too shit
That's how you flex on these niggas, mane
Yeah
Life is Lemons
So make lemonade
Life is Lemons
Life is Lemons, mate
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Writer(s): Darrell Winfrey Jr.
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