Flex Your Gold Lyrics

[Intro]
Can you get this?
Flex, flex, flex
Can you get this?
Flex

[Verse]
Ration out the organs, baggin' up the portions
Zipped up in this body bag shattered with distortions
I'm cloaked up mobbin' like I'm living in the ocean
Watch these dummy niggas die younger than abortions
Smoke medication, sleep deprivation
Only burn 'em out, pack location
The board of education, bitch, my life could never make sense
Kids threw it on this internet to try to make sense But it's been old since 'bout a week ago
Nickel and dime-in' tryna [?] burning this ether though
Peekin' in this overcoat with demons on my sleeve
Fast food niggas steady jockin' on our steeze
'Cause they see what we be doing, weird nigga movement
Bluff City to Houston, reckless abusers
Positions of the soul, soul, soul
Nigga, flex your gold
[Outro]
Can you get this?
Flex, flex, flex
Can you get this?
Flex, flex, flex
Flex your gold

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