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Flexin'
Hol' up, hol' up…stop the press
This just in…MaJiK ‘Bout To Flex!
On the best…yes…16 reps, 3 sets
And since they sleepin' on the flow…no rest
I'm killin' ‘em, who real as him? Fuck your plans like Gilligan
You Phil and ‘em, I'm iller and fresher than Prince William
See, I don't fit the mold…I don't think they know
I bake my own bread and they just get the dough
Yeah…employee, employer
The difference is unlimited... Your money is definitive
You steady chasing presidents …I'm all about the Benjamins
So My money see is infinite... And I'm gettin' it like orders
Four words...I'm the fucking boss
I'm thinkin' 'bout returns, never 'bout the costs
I'm lookin' at the interest, you look at what interests
You...consume and I am the business
Flex…
…said I’m flexin’
So I’ma Flex…
…And I’m flexin’
I said...I'm flexin'...check the tone
This is the result of setting goals
Always working out the mind...in each verse and every rhyme
You can see the definition in the words of every line
10000 hours…that's the law
While y'all was jackin' off, I was at practice, augh
…Goin' in on these pages
Like Kobe with ball, I'm lookin' to be the greatest
Don't hate it…actually, it don't fade me
Call me what you want, just don't call me lazy
You crazy if you thinkin' that I is
I'm all about commission, if I don't get it, I can't live
So bitch get the fuck off my dick
Haters need to sit and cut out that lip
...I'm as real as it gets
Wipe my ass with your opinion, now you feelin' my shit
When it comes to punches, you don't wanna tussle
I'm a classic mustang...all muscle
Closed minded fucks need to step out your bubble
I’m thinkin’ out the box, out this world like the Hubble
You see me shining… bright like a star
These other rappers gassed, all they talk about is cars
I wonder how far that gimmick’s gonna take you?
Stunt while you can, in 15 minutes, they’ll replace you
Me, I stay true…an MC in its purest form…
An original never conformed to the norm
…1989, I was born
About to take the whole world by storm
On tracks, I fuckin’ spazz…do the math
A quarter of it’s flow…lyricism ‘bout a half
An 1/8th of it’s cadence...16’s all rap
Cook it all together…100% crack!
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