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flex (chicago) - found in me lyrics

[intro]
(gold haze on the track)
oh man
oh man

[verse 1]
i got this rap sh+t in a headlock
i mean, what more can i say?
the most important out my city since ye
and we ain’t here just to partic+p+te
if i keep goin’ at this rate
they gon’ have to pack me up and send me to jail
i’m full coursin’ on these small fries
we put the city on notice
the album comin’, shortly after, it was all ours
the world sick, but y’all don’t care unless it’s y’all lives
we was petty trappin’ back when kels was doin’ hogties
ain’t nothin’ new, we still intact, this just the rich edition
i flash the rolex when i talk to make the b+tches listen
i told her send me what she want, i got her christmas list in
and it ain’t even winter, n+gga, you couldn’t get her dinner, n+gga
when i was swipin’ visas, you was swipin’ left on tinder, n+gga
i’m dapper dan the way i’m puttin’ g’s on all my pieces
in 2030, i’m gettin’ cullinans for all my nieces
in 2020, i’m showin’ n+ggas what’s happenin’
of course i’m startin’ to gain some weight, the way i’m livin’ is fattenin’, you dig?
the brown steaks without the gym, they gon’ make you get big
now when it’s time to self+reflect, can you face what you did?
supposed to be gangsters, but they shootin’ at places with kids (b+tch ass n+ggas, man)
n+ggas be b+tch+made
haze prep the beat and i could cook it up like six ways
it’s time to go to work, and plus i’m fresh up out of sick days
when she cried, i cried, probably ain’t get no sleep for six days
i got us, mom

[chorus]
lord may lay me down to sleep
protect my lil’ n+gga, i know he move at least a pound a week
bless him with some courage, don’t just pick the route that sounded sweet
lord, i pray these shorties find in them what i found in me

[verse 2]
uh, i’m still stylin’ on these lil’ ass rappers
you gotta do your passion first, then get a lil’ cash after
the book of life been tryna try me in these few past chapters
but i’ma pass ’em all with flying colors
i’m tryna flip a mindset, tryna get you to live
this life sh+t really be a trip ’cause it take and it give
i’m finna go against the grain in the face of my peers
i’m tryna reach a greater height, guess i’m facin’ my fears, yeah, uh
perkies got ’em feelin’ numb
can’t remember most his conversations, got him feelin’ dumb
in mia with california plates, i’m tryna feel the sun
got off the bus, some n+ggas tried to fight, he dipped to get his gun
yeah, sh+t ain’t the same no more
he bought a pipe ’cause he ain’t tryna face no pain no more
his life been hard and he just prayin’ that it don’t rain no more
he poppin’ pills in school, don’t care who see, he ain’t ashamed no more
if i could get the proper beat, i could get ’em to listen
what’s from the heart gon’ reach the heart, so i’m back on my mission
i told ’em this what we gon’ do, i ain’t ask for permission
been dream chasing seven years, finna catch it and kiss it
it’s big sinatra, b+tch, i’m stretchin’ and flexin’ my arms
i paid a hundred for the watch, it was less for the charm
i had a vision i was drunk on a jet with my moms
let’s say a prayer as i wipe off the sweat from my palm
let’s pray

[outro]
yeah, that’s it right there, haze
yeah

- flex chicago lyrics

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