Registered Flex Offender

By Chris Crack

On Thanks Uncle Trill

Released on December 17, 2018

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[Verse:]

Hey yo, you probably nervous, I don’t care

How many syllables it take for you to squeeze in

To make your bars sound hard, this how they served it

Let me word it differently so you don’t feel deserted

They wanna touch our hair, fuck our women, that’s real perversion

Don’t believe me though, ‘cause I ain’t the one who

Forgot how to write in cursive, when they in they bag

They talking ‘bout they purses, but who even heard me

And these new age bitches don’t know about a cursing

I was throwing signs and symbols, I ain’t even flirting

For the dummies that’s gang signs, the oven was cast iron

Sad crying, she greased my edges for the last time

Not today, your shit weak like Silkk the Shocker tapes, it’s cold outside

You can’t stop the rain, he still capping on Twitter

But he ain’t shot the fade, I heard Ice T sixty and still rock a stage

Or maybe let the chopper blaze, cop killer

You niggas not realer than Uncle Face

Ghetto gospel the whole hostage, no options

Fuck communities, don’t get a better way, hey

We’ll be right here til they get around to us

Like Pureto Rico was a hundred days

Know your nations but you buying Jordans

Stunting and flexing on Instagram since

Them niggas was still running plays

And you wonder why we run in place

Under appreciated and under paid

Y’all thought we was the people they was gon’ come and save

Never give us substance, it be something fake

And you wonder why we run in place

Under appreciated and under paid, wait

Under appreciated and under paid, wait

Stop right there ‘cause you just found the nicest

Stop right there ‘cause you just found the nicest

Stop right there ‘cause you just found the nicest

Stop right there ‘cause you just found the nicest