FLEXING (Feat 1six Raw) Produced by Barcode WAV Lyrics I can start flexing Flex, we flex I can start flexing Pull up with my team Where we come from Time is money Living by second I can start flexing Pray by the bank At the atm, cashing out I'm counting all my blessings I can start flexing Now we rolling in a different class Section private Pardon me for my dressing Pay up my collection Now we laughing at the people Who use to laugh at us When we didn't do our lessons You ask too many question I'm a go-getta Therapist said I should count money even when I'm stressing Talking bout progression Black man chilling in the suburbs Go ahead, report me Somebody better Stop caring Show no affection I'm not boujee I'm just saying I got preference I can start flexing Pull up with my team Where we come from Time is money Living by second I can start flexing Pray by the bank At the atm, cashing out I'm counting all my blessings I can start flexing Pull up with my team Where we come from Time is money Living by second I can start flexing Pray by the bank At the atm, cashing out I'm counting all my blessings I can start flexing Roll up a bag then I flex I don't do nothing less For a check Barcode on the beat He up next Frankybanky got my back So I'm bless Always money over these hoes Over these hoes When you broke, man They don't see When you flex, man They all want you Negga leave a bitch in the cold Leave a bitch in the cold Man, she better come back With my dough Man, she better come back With my dough I got sauce Mixed with this flavour Bad Arab bitch Looking Like J. Lo Flex so hard He deep in his feelings I'm so fly I'm Expensive with the drip Flex so hard She can pay for this shit Flex so hard She can pay for this shit She can pay for this shit Flex so hard She can pay for this shit I can start flexing Pull up with my team Where we come from Time is money Living by second I can start flexing Pray by the bank At the atm, cashing out I'm counting all my blessings I can start flexing Pull up with my team Where we come from Time is money Living by second I can start flexing Pray by the bank At the atm, cashing out I'm counting all my blessings I can start flexingmore

DRUGS Produced by Phreezy Crackolly Lyrics 5 grams 10 grams Diagnosis Dawg I'll pop whatever pill I'm trying to get out of this matrix My generation Pop pills like nun' to it Codeine pouring like a sewage Percocet zanies morphine No dosage limit More fiends got addicted to it All hooked to the 5 grams Drugs 10 grams Drugs Five 5 grams Drugs Ten 10 grams Drugs Whole generation got PTSD Pop pills till' they can't feel a heart beat My heart goes to lives lost to addiction Youngin' pop a percky Gotta' reboot the system Drug addiction in the back alley Always wondered why People stay cool with the pharmacist Prescribing shit Dose moderated Clients getting lit Who's Getting rich When the hazel feeling is activated More fiends want morphine All in favour to getting faded Mind still but the heart racing Addictions broke piggy banks Rehab is not in your plans Can't be hooked and be free man Cus' your next high is sold in milligrams Who else is high in here? Feel goose bumps You nausea ein tried to quit I can't Cus' the rehab got the plugs in here Who else is high in here? Feel goose bumps You nausea ein tried to quit I can't Cus' the rehab got the plugs in here My generation pop pills like nun to it Codeine pouring like a sewage Percocet zanies morphine No dosage limit More fiends got addicted to it All hooked to the 5 grams Drugs 10 grams Drugs Five 5 grams Drugs Ten 10 grams Drugs Who else is high in here? You nausea ein 10 grams More fiends got addicted to it All hooked to the Drugs Drugs Drugs Drugs PTSD Pop pills till they can't feel a heart beat My heart goes to lives lost to I need a prescription it's a sick world S.N.I.F.F?more

ADMIT IT Produced by Barcode WAV Lyrics Oh admit it Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Tell me what's missing Make money just to spend it Can't allow myself to fall in love With this repetition Oh admit it What you won't do for Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Who's honest New hundreds Who's on it Oh admit It Oh admit It Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Tell me what's missing Make money just to spend it Can't allow myself to fall in love With this repetition Oh admit it What you won't do for Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Who's honest New hundreds Who's on it Oh admit It Since a kid I admit, been plotting Don't ask, I probably did it I was going to rub the tooth fairy My mind was a little twisted Fat stack for my jeans' diet Can't get rich if they stay fit Took a while To understand if u ain't got it You ain't shit Oh admit Money part of your mechanism Tell me whose isn't Rich and poor minds Different mission Same jeans But their pocket different Not for recognition Oh dawnm That's the rich living   Live the real thing Or buy a television Trapped for life Like they paying tuition Nine to five under harsh conditions True hustler Cus he stays ambitious Conversations short And all strictly business Money coming in takes a minute Oh admit it Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Tell me what's missing Make money just to spend it Can't allow myself to fall in love With this repetition Oh admit it What you won't do for Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Who's honest New hundreds Who's on it Oh admit It Oh admit It Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Tell me what's missing Make money just to spend it Can't allow myself to fall in love With this repetition Oh admit it What you won't do for Five, ten, twenty, fifty, hundred Who's honest New hundreds Who's on it Oh admit Itmore