ForTheFlexx

They throw shit in your face, make you hate to ask for help

Since the day I left the porch, I knew I had to feed myself

I'ma trust my mama youngest before I trust somebody else

Keep these niggas out the mix up, that shit bad for your health

Go and get your own shit before they tell you about yourself

I understood my hand from every card that I was dealt

Shout out to my niggas, every one that I got left

I lose the one I love every time I take a breath

I just wanna be a great before they put me on the shelf

The way I cook up, one of my kids gonna be a chef