[Chorus]

Uh

I don't gotta flex (flex)

Know know I got success (eh)

Wish you woulda left (left)

Fuck it, cut the cheque

Uh

I don't gotta flex (flex)

Know know I got success (eh)

Wish you woulda left (left)

Fuck it, cut the cheque

[Verse 1]

Fuck I'm done waiting, I got a mission to go

You suck on my [?] while I am good on my own

I'm suddenly winning so I am hitting the road

I put on my [?] 'fore I turn to a ghost

Back to the one, I get the force up

And I'm dedicated, really got the [?]

Man I'm [?] like I worship

It's no wonder I ain't got a fucking tour bus

[?] every single thing into a portion

Even if this shit isn't really that important

They can talk about the life without the fortune

And I'm 'bout to kill this son like an abortion

[Pre-Chorus]

They only care what's on services

I do this shit for the purpose of learning

And earning so that I can purchase an island

From services that are provided

Encouragement isn't required but earnestly wanted

You can get it, you just gotta want it

All dependent on just what you can stomach

They hate when I keep it 100 but I won't be dying for nothing

I'm trying for something

My private's gone public, inside I'm corrupted

But silence is subject when I am erupting the studio

I'm dying to come up

[Chorus]

Uh

I don't gotta flex (flex)

Know know I got success (eh)

Wish you woulda left (left)

Fuck it, cut the cheque

Uh

I don't gotta flex (flex)

Know know I got success (eh)

Wish you woulda left (left)

Fuck it, cut the cheque

[Verse 2]

The power of my mind is so infinite

I started, I promise I'll finish it

I'll get it, you know it's definitive

My pockets will never be limited

I make it crack like I'm whipping it

All of you acting so primitive

I got a revelation man you stuck in the Genesis

Don't know what sinning is

Yeah

You sweeter than cinnamon

I don't need pills to be limitless

I kill with no fear of imprisonment

I want it, I get up and get it then

Go first man, I really could christen it

None of my [?] fights the decision

I just do it with precision

I just really go the distance

They gravitate to me like physics

Call me postcard, I deliver

Flow off the top, it's exquisite

I'm faded, I'm faded, no clippers

You cannot debate on my vision

Okay this is quality living

Evaded like all inquisition

Okay I just got in position

[Chorus]

Uh

I don't gotta flex (flex)

Know know I got success (eh)

Wish you woulda left (left)

Fuck it, cut the cheque

Uh

I don't gotta flex (flex)

Know know I got success (eh)

Wish you woulda left (left)

Fuck it, cut the cheque