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Lyrify.me

Flex by SwizZz Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

[Producer Tag]

[Chorus]
Look, love it or not
I'm picking my spot, wait til it drop
I'm upping the pressure, this shit can get depressing
Pressing my way to the top
Pop, special to watch
Nothing to test, flex
Fuck I'm a mess
Deal with the love like I cope with the stress

Love it or not
I'm picking my spot, wait til it drop
I'm upping the pressure, this shit can get depressing
Pressing my way to the top
Pop, special to watch
Nothing to test, flex
Fuck I'm a mess
Deal with the love like I cope with the stress
[Verse 1]
Look, take what I needed, the table is set
Shaking the pressure, prepare to collect
Smoke in my chest when I plot and reflect
Fuck what you thinking, we stack like a deck
Numbers do tell it, I speak it direct
Buried the shame when you shovel a check
Hope what you see is not what you expect
You might front that you got me when nothing is left
Yep-yep-yep-yep, taxing what you bargain for
Hop out then I pop out
Hit the stage and then we out the door
Altitude can't blow my high
Do not reach, get no reply
Question how I do it, foolish
Never have to question why
Spotted the motive and had to re-route
Set yourself up when you open your mouth
Severed the losses, I'm better without
Hard to vent, telling stories for clout
Hard to describe what I do, I'm a fool
Set the price, I'm increasing my stock
I've been stacking the content
Remind you that I often I do not fall off and I haven't forgot, watch

[Chorus]
Love it or not
I'm picking my spot, wait til it drop
I'm upping the pressure, this shit can get depressing
Pressing my way to the top
Pop, special to watch
Nothing to test, flex
Fuck I'm a mess
Deal with the love like I cope with the stress
Love it or not
I'm picking my spot, wait til it drop
I'm upping the pressure, this shit can get depressing
Pressing my way to the top
Pop, special to watch
Nothing to test, flex
Fuck I'm a mess
Deal with the love like I cope with the stress

[Outro Verse]
Look, take what I needed, the table is set
Shaking the pressure, prepare to collect
Smoke in my chest when I plot and reflect
Fuck what you thinking, we stack like a deck
Numbers do tell it, I speak it direct
Buried the shame when you shovel a check
Hope what you see is not what you expect
You might front that you got me when nothing is left