Flex by Malpractice Lyrics
Kodak image til I make it out to Bel Air
Tell my momma got some product we can sell here
Cus Brodie been to hell and back, yea
But one time he went heaven and I’m still there
So flex like God
Tell my people flex like God
Okay the year is ‘05
And I’m riding in a Plymouth
And it got a white hood
Like a chocolate city finished
Got a lil crooked smile
But my Cole so Kenneth
I don’t want no hedge fund
I just want the Family business
Mashallah for good eats
Even when’s it late news
How you make love
When you gotta make food
You can’t Make rent
But you gotta make due
Pray I stay on 2K
And it’s never K2
And brodie hella blessed
Even when I been bend the rules
We be drinking when we kick it
Til we feel like Liverpool
And I’m still be humble
Even when I got the hype
Cus I know I’m in a story
That I could write
And I can’t wait to meet Him
So I gotta leave my pride
Don’t got time for clues
Baby say what’s on your mind
Hit the finish line
Like I’m running outta time
I just realized that I lapped em
I could never be behind
Kodak image til I make it out to Bel Air
Tell my momma got some product we can sell here
Cus Brodie been to hell and back, yea
But one time he went heaven and I’m still there
So flex like God
Tell my people flex like God
Tell my momma got some product we can sell here
Cus Brodie been to hell and back, yea
But one time he went heaven and I’m still there
So flex like God
Tell my people flex like God
Okay the year is ‘05
And I’m riding in a Plymouth
And it got a white hood
Like a chocolate city finished
Got a lil crooked smile
But my Cole so Kenneth
I don’t want no hedge fund
I just want the Family business
Mashallah for good eats
Even when’s it late news
How you make love
When you gotta make food
You can’t Make rent
But you gotta make due
Pray I stay on 2K
And it’s never K2
And brodie hella blessed
Even when I been bend the rules
We be drinking when we kick it
Til we feel like Liverpool
And I’m still be humble
Even when I got the hype
Cus I know I’m in a story
That I could write
And I can’t wait to meet Him
So I gotta leave my pride
Don’t got time for clues
Baby say what’s on your mind
Hit the finish line
Like I’m running outta time
I just realized that I lapped em
I could never be behind
Kodak image til I make it out to Bel Air
Tell my momma got some product we can sell here
Cus Brodie been to hell and back, yea
But one time he went heaven and I’m still there
So flex like God
Tell my people flex like God