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kane rell - flex or die lyrics

[verse 1 – kane rell]
f+ck fake+ass n+ggas, they copy, they jealous, they broke
i just pull up in the coupe, flexin’, that’s my only joke
bad b+tchеs in the whip, ridin’ with me, no pause
evеry move calculated, f+ck a law, f+ck a cause
i been grindin’ so hard, you ain’t see the nights i prayed
i been countin’ dirty cash while these n+ggas stayed afraid
pull a brand+new foreign, tires screech when i peel
n+ggas talk too much, i let the clip do the deal
got my pockets full, my n+ggas steady servin’
f+ck a handout, get your own, i don’t deserve him
i don’t play around, i been raw since a teen
money come first, f+ck a friend, f+ck a queen

[hook – kane rell]
flex hard, yeah we ballin’, b+tch you losin’
keep the stick on me, ain’t no way i’m snoozin’
these hoes steady hatin’, but we cruisin’
money stacked to the ceiling, yeah we movin’
flex hard, yeah we ballin’, b+tch you losin’
keep the stick on me, ain’t no way i’m snoozin’
these hoes steady hatin’, but we cruisin’
money stacked to the ceiling, yeah we movin’
[verse 2 – lil durk]
yeah, i been gettin’ money, streets know my name
fake+ass n+ggas hate, i don’t give a f+ck, that’s lame
otf sh+t, we don’t back down, we slide
pull up with the strap, you know that clip gon’ fly
i don’t trust no n+gga, only real ones with me
they steady snakin’, switchin’ lanes, they envy
bad b+tches stay on me, they love how i move
every day a movie, yeah, we got somethin’ to prove
i been ridin’ all night, pockets filled, f+ck a handout
if you ain’t gettin’ money, n+gga, don’t stand out
i’m on my grind, every block, every corner
born mad, paid cold, motherf+ckers can mourn her

[verse 3 – g herbo]
i don’t smile for sh+t, b+tch, i’m steady ridin’ cold
every opp i see, i might just let it unfold
money tall as a b+tch, yeah, i count it slow
n+ggas talkin’ reckless, i make that clip blow
i been through h+ll, i been broke, i been stressin’
now it’s all racks, foreign whip, all lessons
f+ck a fake n+gga, f+ck a fake hoe
if you ain’t with me, n+gga, get the f+ck up and go
i stay raw with my team, ain’t no playin’ games
every move calculated, we gettin’ them gains
i don’t need approval, f+ck fame or clout
born mad, paid cold, that’s what we about
[verse 4 – chief keef]
bang, bang, yeah, my n+ggas don’t play
pull up on the opp, f+ck words, we spray
money callin’, racks tall, every day
b+tches ridin’, foreign whip, we don’t stray
i been ridin’ since a kid, streets made me hard
if a n+gga cross, that b+tch get marked
i don’t front, i don’t lie, i just let it ride
born mad, paid cold, you already know the vibe

[hook x2 – kane rell]
flex hard, yeah we ballin’, b+tch you losin’
keep the stick on me, ain’t no way i’m snoozin’
these hoes steady hatin’, but we cruisin’
money stacked to the ceiling, yeah we movin’
flex hard, yeah we ballin’, b+tch you losin’
keep the stick on me, ain’t no way i’m snoozin’
these hoes steady hatin’, but we cruisin’
money stacked to the ceiling, yeah we movin’

- kane rell lyrics

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