Ever wondered what it feels like to rise from the streets and make it big? This track is all about that journey. Nines, NorthSideBenji, and REID B2WN share their stories of hustling hard, overcoming obstacles, and achieving success on their own terms. They flaunt their wealth with mentions of luxury watches and stacks of cash while reflecting on the grind that got them there. The lyrics reveal a mix of pride in their achievements and a cautious awareness of the dangers still lurking around them. It's a celebration of self-made success, resilience, and the relentless pursuit of more—whether it's respect, money, or diamonds.
Flex
Lyrics
(Hahahaha, The Young Nav Michael)
These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no)
Look young and paid with these stacks on me (whoa)
I never used to get it, came off road
So I had to get it on my own
Oh shit, run a check, yeah
Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah
Is that the Rollie or the Patek? Nah
I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
"Nines, how you still flippin' haze?"
I ain't grindin', this shit sells itself like my triple A's
All this weed, we ain't runnin' out of flavors
Their re-up's in the post and mine's is comin' in containers, uh
I was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow
Coulda been in Crop Circle on our UFO
My little nigga lost a nina, that ain't a loss to Nina
Fam, I had a hundred birds stuck in Costa Rica
I just copped a thousand rounds for the Glock
Can't find your yard? I'll spray up every house on your block
It ain't back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on
Accumulators, I do bets on the back of a truck, uh
Them pagans are broke, Ice City's wavier
Told the jeweler, "Flood the ring like Wrestlemania"
You wanna hear somethin' crazier?
My nigga made 900K off a brick in Australia
These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no)
Look young and paid with these stacks on me (whoa)
I never used to get it, came off road
So I had to get it on my own
Oh shit, run a check, yeah
Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah
Is that the Rollie or the Patek? Nah
I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
See no more Rollie, gold Patek, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the fame, I came for respect, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need nobody say I'm next, nah
See, I get love up in the East, up in the West though
No love for these fed hoes
I'm just tryna touch all this paper like I'm Ernesto
I don't give a fuck 'bout no hater, that's what this vest for
She say that she love me, X-O-X-O
But she can't even hug me, I'm so special
I tried to leave but I can't let go
Somethin' bout these streets got it feelin' like my next home
These fedarales got me switchin' to my next phone
I can't love no more, word to my ex hoe
I don't do the club, oh no, tryna invest more
See, my nigga got the G2C, it got the red glow
I just sold the next two P's right off this Encro
Yo' shit sells slow, my shit Tesco (yeah, yeah)
These niggas claim that they fuck with me (no)
Look young and paid with these stacks on me (whoa)
I never used to get it, came off road
So I had to get it on my own
Oh shit, run a check, yeah
Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah
Is that the Rollie or the Patek? Nah
I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Courtney Freckleton, Jadin Watson, Navayii K. Michael, Ruben Vilone, Sam Reid
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
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