[Verse 1]

I know Big, looking down on me

If he was still here, he'd tell Flex he proud of me

Yeah, I make Brooklyn look good homie

And I patiently waiting to kill Suge homie

I ain't even know Big but I'm mad son

Told French "Tell Diddy drop the bag son"

They probably like "You heard what that nigga said ?

When he come to our city that nigga dead"

When I come to ya city I be prepared

They breathe the same air as me, I'm not scared

I'm from where they wake up drinking Hennessy

Your best friends'll smoke you before your enemies, uh

I did tried to hump your baby mother

I grew up around some ill motherfuckers

Wut don't kill me make me tougher

Seeing niggas serve crack to their own mother

[Hook]

Whoever don't like me, DO SUMTHIN'

Purp yourself up, DO SUMTHIN'

Me & my crew they ain't gotta DO SUMTHIN'

We everywhere you ain't gon' DO NUTHIN'

POP OFF or get POPPED ON

POP OFF or get POPPED ON

POP OFF or get POPPED ON

We gon POP like micro wave POP CORN

[Verse 2]

They say the South winning cause they all get along

It done changed now none of them dudes don't get along

Gucci beefin' with Jeezy, beefin' with Yo Gotti

Beefin' with Yung Jock, he beef in with everybody

Ross beefin' with Jeezy, Yo Gotti ain't feelin Plies

Jeezy & Bleu fell out, just tell me who got the pies

They tried to smoke Rick Ross in his whip

Was it the GD's or Jeezy & the Crips ?

If this ain't the hardest record on Flex tape

Then Ray J & Kim K ain't make a sex tape

I say what you won't hear from nobody else

Flex, who they mad at, me or theyself ?

This is not what they expected

They thought this was gon' be a strip club record

Instead I got niggas acting wreckless

In the strip club, strippin' niggas with their necklace

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Real recognize real

I don't get along with the fake

Oh I must be doing something right

Cause I'm the one everybody hate

Bite my tongue for no one

I be saying what the fuck I want

I'm ready for the problems

We can do it however you want

[Hook]