Flex Freestyle

Yeah yeah uh Yeah uh Uh I'm bout my Paper Boi you better go and ask Earn Gotta steer right cause this shit can take a weird turn Gettin' so much green all of it I gotta burn Staying on top of ya head like a hair perm Look, I'm just writing rhymes and twisting up Bet against me boy you should be praying for some better luck Shit I'm just getting started man I'm just whipping off the rust Rhyme so crazy if I had a tux they probably call me lux Trust, you can't even really sit with us I'm rhyming with the upper echelon you thought it's luck Shopping spree with my girl we out spending hella bucks Before we leave the mall she asking if we can get Starbucks My time has arrived you better bring out all ya weapons You better think twice before you come and threaten Cause with this pen man I swear I'm never coming second Still digging deep down and doing some reflection Talkin bout voting but look who be running in elections Type of shit you think about put you in a depression Even when I spit real shit in my bars I be flexin' On my journey, hope I'm heading in the right direction Damn, I got so much to get off my chest Been through hell and back but I'm still here well blessed I want a permanent seat no I'm not here to be no guest I just keep dropping y'all probably think that I get no rest I see y'all dropping and getting buzz but I am not impressed I shoulda saved this for when ima be rapping on flex But I'm already here so I might as well just flex I just be snapping on all these beats I'm just like what's next Huh, I'm to muthafucking cold with it The way I spit it, niggas prolly think that Cole writ it I'm just tryna do it how the Big Tymers and Hov did it I'm just writing rhymes that might take you a whole year to get it Look, I ain't into discussions about so and so and sit here and argue With niggas about who got better flows If you wanna pick a winner you know I'm number one though Back in the day shawty left me for some nigga named I'm just sitting back and thinking like "wow bro" But now I'm here spitting rhymes as cold as the winter snow I wouldn't have to dumb it down if you could get it though Lookin like ya sippin purple stuff cause y'all is moving slow Let me bring my game back up, I ain't into lesser moves We just copped the whip, push to start, I'm bout to go and cruise In the end zone, do my dance, call me Victor Cruz I ain't one for empty bottles not known for sippin booze Silly with it, I always been a amused with bending rules Real truth I been African before it was cool Elementary kids laughing at you in the school But I ain't trip, I gassed up and used it as fuel I'm immune to all the bullshit y'all think is cool Instead I'm known for knowledge and dropping gems and jewels Risked it all said fuck it and dove right in the pool Winter baby I'm used to conditions that make hungry wolves Won't take account for themselves also known as fools While I'm grinding and using everything I have as a tool But niggas slick talkin and get punched like Jordan Poole And I still need mine, 40 acres forget the mule Salone Boy Representative and that's just a fact Watch what I'm thinking bout cause that's what I attract I don't really fuck with niggas it's rare if I give dap Thinkin bout the past but it's always time to adapt Lonely missions by myself got me so detached And everything that I create always starts abstract Not into false information like to keep it exact And I'm already takin off nobody holdin me back, yeah