I see niggas breakdown
When they're put on the spot
They all tryna flex
With shit they ain't got
Don't try to be what you're not
Be who you are
Cause when it get hot
They'll smoke you like a cigar
They said I won't make it far
But I feel like I did
Had a full repertoire
Since I was a kid
Cause when I was a kid
I used to sleep on the floor
Anyone could come inside
Man we didn't have a door
Uncles got deported
Cause they went to rob a store
The stereo they took
Is the one I rap before
So now I'm talking more
Not crying anymore
I moved on
Now I fight a different war
But the pain ain't over
Tryna get sober
The fame gets closer
And it can go slower
So I just gotta move along
Move along
Mans tryna do me wrong
Do me wrong
No matter what you do
You gotta be strong
Cause that's when you do
Get where you belong
That's when I write a song
Bout the things that I feel
Never really flex
Cause I try to keep it real
Give a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
This a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
Money is the root of all evil
The reason we can never live peacefull
Money got'em killing our people
The reason we can never be equal
Illegal or legal
We all want the cash
Don't be too cheerfull
It's gone in a flash
Even tough we moving forward
Life is going in reverse
My brain is being tortured
Every blessing is a curse
And it's only getting worse
They only love you when you rich
They left me dying in a ditch
Life can be a bitch
Cause we are dying to live
But got no reason to die
If you got nothing to give
Than we can't see eye to eye
Cause I remember good times
When we wasn't broke
The fam sipping good wines
Until daddy had a stroke
That's when shit changed
Had to make it on our own
Mommy did her best
But couldn't do the shit alone
Give a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
This a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
Mack Nutty - Flex Lyrics
Mack Nutty - Flex Lyrics
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English
I see niggas breakdown
When they're put on the spot
They all tryna flex
With shit they ain't got
Don't try to be what you're not
Be who you are
Cause when it get hot
They'll smoke you like a cigar
They said I won't make it far
But I feel like I did
Had a full repertoire
Since I was a kid
Cause when I was a kid
I used to sleep on the floor
Anyone could come inside
Man we didn't have a door
Uncles got deported
Cause they went to rob a store
The stereo they took
Is the one I rap before
So now I'm talking more
Not crying anymore
I moved on
Now I fight a different war
But the pain ain't over
Tryna get sober
The fame gets closer
And it can go slower
So I just gotta move along
Move along
Mans tryna do me wrong
Do me wrong
No matter what you do
You gotta be strong
Cause that's when you do
Get where you belong
That's when I write a song
Bout the things that I feel
Never really flex
Cause I try to keep it real
Give a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
This a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
Money is the root of all evil
The reason we can never live peacefull
Money got'em killing our people
The reason we can never be equal
Illegal or legal
We all want the cash
Don't be too cheerfull
It's gone in a flash
Even tough we moving forward
Life is going in reverse
My brain is being tortured
Every blessing is a curse
And it's only getting worse
They only love you when you rich
They left me dying in a ditch
Life can be a bitch
Cause we are dying to live
But got no reason to die
If you got nothing to give
Than we can't see eye to eye
Cause I remember good times
When we wasn't broke
The fam sipping good wines
Until daddy had a stroke
That's when shit changed
Had to make it on our own
Mommy did her best
But couldn't do the shit alone
Give a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
This a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
When they're put on the spot
They all tryna flex
With shit they ain't got
Don't try to be what you're not
Be who you are
Cause when it get hot
They'll smoke you like a cigar
They said I won't make it far
But I feel like I did
Had a full repertoire
Since I was a kid
Cause when I was a kid
I used to sleep on the floor
Anyone could come inside
Man we didn't have a door
Uncles got deported
Cause they went to rob a store
The stereo they took
Is the one I rap before
So now I'm talking more
Not crying anymore
I moved on
Now I fight a different war
But the pain ain't over
Tryna get sober
The fame gets closer
And it can go slower
So I just gotta move along
Move along
Mans tryna do me wrong
Do me wrong
No matter what you do
You gotta be strong
Cause that's when you do
Get where you belong
That's when I write a song
Bout the things that I feel
Never really flex
Cause I try to keep it real
Give a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
This a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
Money is the root of all evil
The reason we can never live peacefull
Money got'em killing our people
The reason we can never be equal
Illegal or legal
We all want the cash
Don't be too cheerfull
It's gone in a flash
Even tough we moving forward
Life is going in reverse
My brain is being tortured
Every blessing is a curse
And it's only getting worse
They only love you when you rich
They left me dying in a ditch
Life can be a bitch
Cause we are dying to live
But got no reason to die
If you got nothing to give
Than we can't see eye to eye
Cause I remember good times
When we wasn't broke
The fam sipping good wines
Until daddy had a stroke
That's when shit changed
Had to make it on our own
Mommy did her best
But couldn't do the shit alone
Give a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
This a shoutout to my ex
I ain't really gotta flex
Swear to god I'm up next
I swear to god I'm up next
Writer: Gustave Nuyts
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