Neighborhood Flexer

Yuh Turn me up Yeah Your daily Neighborhood Flexer F*ck a Poindexter A nigga playing chess While you niggas playing checkers Niggas want beef Well nigga here's Checkers You can get it how you get it Bitch It ain't no pressure Church right here But I ain't speaking to the choir Ask anybody bout me Never say that I'm a liar Cuz the truth ain't free Yeah it come with a cost Niggas wanna be me me Like my name Faust Yeah these shoes pretty pricey But my pants from the Ross Catty corner To the corner Where all my niggas lost Some bread Lace And they face And they life To what was taught And I ought to be considerate Of the life that I was bought Cuz that could've been me Or some shit They say I'm pathetic And then I tell em' all chill That ain't empathetic Yeah I bet on myself And I still don't regret it Niggas steal my metaphors Like I never said it That's like proposing to ya girl At somebody's wedding That's like owing somebody money And spending it reckless That's like Buying stupid shit When you could've invested F3 for life baby Til Heaven's Armageddon