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FLEX Lyrics by MARTYNS

2018

(Are you working, what kind of work you do?)


Martyns: I just come through for a living (laughter)

Verse I :

I want to be a baller
A shot caller
The nigga in a hundred million Naira car
A farmer
I want to breed money
Suffocate when I’m broke
Like I breathe money
I want to run a lifestyle brand
Have my tote bags and tees
In high demand
Unsightly, and with Zara on the team
That’s likely
Man, I’m always underwhelmed
Nothing excites me
I’m run down
From sun up to sundown
But somehow
I come out super fresh
Fuck depression
My life mission? full oppression
Chase that with full aggression
Till I get the call from heaven
Fly baby boy, fly baby boy, fly
Don a smile
Put your arms up in the sky
Your time has finally come
Play the trumpets
And bang on that drum
Little Drummer Boy
Paaah rum pum pum pum
The glorious feeling of being redeemed
Cleaned off the demons living within
I’ve seen men rise, descend
And never ascend again
Never be a man again
Now a mannequin
Paralyzed, nigga you tried
I see the pain in your eyes
I feel the hurt in your soul
Just know; you real you glow
You glow; you have a chance to grow


Chorus (x2):

I pray that my angels
See me through the changes
I want to make in my life
Protect me from the dangerous
Keep me real so that I glow
Clear my path as o flourish in my craft

Verse II :

Reasons to stop living keep piling
The only reason I'm living is to see my brother smiling
Keep my parents from crying
Save rap from dying
My type going extinct
Not many as trill as I am
Being me is tiring
Whenever I interact with these boys
I'm yawning or sighing
Niggas is uninspiring
How the fuck are you like this?
Ideas are stale
My ears are sealed
Whenever your mouth is peeled
Cause your head is filled
With shit I don't feel

No time for you jokers
I have personal quotas
Goals I have to reach
Habits I need to ditch
Which
Brings me to this idea I've always wanted to pitch

Yo if you don't know anything about something, especially music
Keep your lips pinched

Pinch your lips nigga (laughter)

Outro (x2):

Would I let a nigga flex on me? Hell naw
Never in my lifetime
Man fuck y'all
Hands on my balls
While you stand in awe
Looking at me like damn that boy
Credits

About “FLEX” by MARTYNS

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