Flexx Pack Lyrics

I supported the crime bill. My husband has apologized. He was the president

I'm sorry for the consequences that were unintended and that have had a very unfortunate impact on people's lives

I've seen the results of what has happened

Got some bad work, it's just a minor setback

To whom it may concern, sorry for the flex pack

I had some pounds of moldy reefer, had to make it square

Carneys coming into the town, we sell it to the fair

I pose for neighbors while I'm posted, if they wanna stare

Cause niggas sold my father crack and didn't even care

And I ain't mad cause it's just life and I done did my share

Of karma building, when it's time to pay, I'm hard to scare

Might've sold your daddy crack like I ain't even care

Might've sold your family crack like I ain't even care

I wrestle with this demon in me like a grizzly bear

Raise hell till a motherfucker send me there

This clock don't lie, it's calibrated, I'mma swear it ain't

Cause I might short you every time, you better talk to Saint

I know some smokers give you game if you could only listen

They say we glamorize

Cause weak minds can't tell the difference

If you ain't built like that, and grab that sack, it's Darwinism

Shit the way I feel, that fool a lame, they oughta kill him

I was born a man, society what make a nigga

We was framed from the start, you see the bigger picture

Spent some long nights joogin off them big packs

To whom it may concern, sorry for the get back

Free J money, hold your head, I'll send a Cashapp

Still can't forget you almost shot me with your new strap

I done faced death a few times, God got my back

So many memories in my head, I wish I could forget

These eyes done seen the mountaintop, and the gates of hell

We made a killing in these streets and still avoided jail

Chef Ramsay in the kitchen watch the cake rise

My dog hit me up to tell a cocaine lie

Polo neckties, zip ties, gang ties

Tennis shoes, stay tied, just in case K-9's

We made a deal in blood, specifics still remain a secret

And I'ma take it to the grave, I promised I would keep it

We wanted more and more, like the fiends we had'em geeking

Now we record in the stu we built, trap preaching

Post-traumatic, I be tripping even when I'm chilling

They made a monster

Then they programmed me to burn the village

This shit like pulling teeth

Cause now I'm in touch with my feelings

This ain't an album, this is more or less an act of vengeance

When I was broke and pushing dope

Re-upped, it's back to business

Now my music dope, I push it and it's back to business

A brick of you compared to me is like a sack of midget

Niggas say we don't want smoke with them exactly, nigga