[Intro]
You're a young boy and flexin' on them problems
Bets ain't lookin' low, goin' always all in
I'm still rollin', now I got no ring
But if the game's a day then it's morning
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
[Verse 1]
(Alright), flex, wakin' up, brushin' my teeth
Gonna sleep in the subway
Hope my station won't be missed
I ain't wanna let 'em make me pay
'Cause I do it every day
Payin' for those things I didn't do, say
That I do deserve this
Then you do not know my aim
And nothin' 'bout my business
If I get an SLS you'll witness
See me tryna exact my madness
It be my illness
Yo bitches, bitches, bitches
You made me call you way too rude
Why would I let a hoe
Bring me down and bring down my mood?
I'm askin' you to stop settin' me off
I would turn into Shawn Michaels
If the game would be wrestlin'
Messin', twenty four seven in the game
Like I'm Messi, flexin'
You're a young boy and flexin' on them problems
Bets ain't lookin' low, goin' always all in
I'm still rollin', now I got no ring
But if the game's a day then it's morning
(Metro Boomin want some more, nigga)
[Verse 1]
(Alright), flex, wakin' up, brushin' my teeth
Gonna sleep in the subway
Hope my station won't be missed
I ain't wanna let 'em make me pay
'Cause I do it every day
Payin' for those things I didn't do, say
That I do deserve this
Then you do not know my aim
And nothin' 'bout my business
If I get an SLS you'll witness
See me tryna exact my madness
It be my illness
Yo bitches, bitches, bitches
You made me call you way too rude
Why would I let a hoe
Bring me down and bring down my mood?
I'm askin' you to stop settin' me off
I would turn into Shawn Michaels
If the game would be wrestlin'
Messin', twenty four seven in the game
Like I'm Messi, flexin'
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