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we made em flex - hyke lyrics

verse 1….

i don’t need 2 f-ckin prove
m da best 2 introduce
da hood do what i do, i claim i run dis city too
f-ck a fool, who thinks dis thug ain’t cool, it’s obvious dat he’s new n doesn’t know whoz who??
i swerve n sag get sm hoe’s relax dropin snow on da gl-ss made da phoney’z react
i made some cash, rain n raided wid rapz a black cattz mind datz my final attack
make my mark juz like dat my every bar iz like a threat, diz rite here is progress every step is fo da nxt..mr.brain supplied da beat to crost who raised da heat i strictly keep itt street now u know tell me watchu need hoe’

hook 1

r u movin now
h-ll yeah we r..goddanggg
we made em flex…
r u shakin now
h-ll yeah we r..goddanggg
we made em flex….

verse 2..

diz dat.lay bak.u starin.i pulll bak..
u reachin.m squeezin .u fallin.m leaving
m rappin u trippin,wen i do both u flippin
n i know my position i dnt need no
interface..f-ck all dat permission my life n my decision bossin izz my addiction
do itt wid no hesitation
everibody gonna flex on diz one..
cuz we know how 2 live fo da moment
bittch u dnt know wat we doin..
maybe datz cuz u ain’t real…
ur hobby iz ma career..
hip hop i c in da mirror.a diff type m a lyrical hype ignite like fuel wid fire
m a certified rapper original street thug
m livin my life…wish death fo f-ck alll dat sh-t rite now i gotta ask..

hook

r u movin now
h-ll yeah we r..goddanggg
we made em flex…
r u shakin now
h-ll yeah we r..goddanggg
we made em flex…. (x3)

verse – 3

f-ck the amount of luck and unluck that you got in written
ain’t nothing written, is the fiction that you wanna fit in
yo every action got reaction, is the part of system
and if you think its all decided b-tch you probably trippin’
yo when you trip you think i’m trippin’ just cuz i am different
ain’t blamin’ you for sh-tty thoughts or yo f-cked up vision
we from a nation where being diff is a f-ckedd up mission
and not bein’ an orthodox is a f-ckin’ big sin
what bothers you is superst-tions like you’re indian housewife
what bothers me is my dreams to live a f-ckin’ star life
you just be wipin’ and kissin’ -sses to get the spotlight
with this mentality, you goin nowhere so says ma far sight
i’m outside, my comfort zone is too f-ckin’ small to have me
now tell me, how many of y’all are happy shabby
appearance, apparently is from the bucket of to be
i’m no rookie, i too see, royalty is the only through key
but it doesn’t mean i gotta sell my soul coz
i ain’t f-ckin’ with the evil just to raise my dough up
even if it raised my dough, i got no love to show love coz
evil doesn’t scare me but the power of the god does
i ain’t askin’ you to keep for me the heaven reserved
all i want from y’all is that you give me props i deserve
never ever want it free i’m gonna get the sh-t done but you gotta bow on me when i’m ballistically berserk
so do it now or do it later but you gotta do it
ain’t here to end your thirst coz b-tch i’m no saliva fluid
you bunch of stupids, your ego? put in my mouth i’ll chew it, take it out throw it high in sky
grab my d-ck and shoot it

- hyke lyrics

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