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gilbere forte - i'm flexin lyrics
feat. big k.r.i.t.
[verse 1: big krit]
a loser i could never be, the bottom i will never see
you walk up like you wanna fight, b-tch you know my
pedigree
i cruise ’round with my chick, no tec on this i put on
car shows
well sometimes n-gg-s flex, i keep a stretcher in my
car door
i work too hard to get caught up in the he say / she
say bullsh-t
chill, n-gg-s talk lame tryna slander my name cause i
f-cked some chick they cool with
she smile in your face, but this sh-t’s so great,
meanin’ she love my music
top 5 dead or alive no doubt in her mind, she choose
krit
i parle with my partners reminisce on all the broke
days
was fiending for a bottle, scr-ping dollars, praying,
hope pays
now it’s bourgeois models, baby, swallow up on this
rose
the last one you expected to be king, keyser söze
k-r-i-t workin’ wheel, sw-ngin’ til my tires peel
candy coated raindrops on my whip, and b-tch it’s so
for real
m-i crooked letter, ho, who you know do it better folk
put it down for the south, the best
the only thing i will settle for
[verse 2: gilbere forte]
i talked about the plan before i lived it yo
dreaming about this life that everybody thought i’d
never know
i told my mama, my daddy, ain’t want to lose hope
so i bottled up the spirit and i let go
me and raaks spent the summer making dreams off the
kitchen floor
folded up mattress for a seat, tryna mix the flow
16th and willington, the temple ? represent
whoever thought that we would meet the f-ckin
president?
and this is only half of what god meant
he gave me vision and a voice to tell the world
this living is not an option and dying is only a wish
baiting out my heart for the world to go fish
cause we living on the land where the richest man is
the sh-t
only the wisest ones are struggling to make sense
so i’m breaking every dollar for my soul to change this
the greatest rapper would be living if ya resurrected
(?)
[hook] x 2
cause we gon work, work
cause we gon work, work
cause we gon work, work
cause we gon work, work
cause we gon work, work
cause we gon work, work
cause we gon work, work
(keepin’ that black soul alive)
[verse 3: gilbere forte]
24 years old
sold everything just for angels to tell me give em more
feel like i’m from another planet somewhere that nasa
know
i rap about everything that you went to cl-ss for
college graduation high stakes you keep a n-gg- low
too many unfinished miseries for me to support
3 months after 87 dreams i was out the door
new york, the city where we go big
i left my old contacts and my blackberry at the crib
any moment i’mma make it i don’t owe a n-gg- sh-t
i told raak we gon do it and touch the f-cking world
in any way we never knew it, the only way to prove it
no money off this music til the future bring us to it
so keep your head high, watching god get us through it
settin’ goals to tell a story that god ain’t finish
paging
proofreadin’ his glory of amazement, amazing!
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