Yeah, I don't ever really talk my talk, flaunt my flaunts, but these lames always tryna act out

Normally I just walk my walk, clock my clock, but they still always wanna run mouth

I'm just steady tryna move my move, groove my groove, but they still wanna hate like they 'bout it

Why they always wanna pick and choose? Stick, then move, if you real, you should stand on your spoutings, yeah

I'mma just flex on a hater, they ain't doing nothing

I'mma just flex on a hater 'cause them mouthy motherfuckers can't touch me

I'mma just flex on a hater, they ain't doing nothing

I'mma just flex on a hater 'cause them mouthy motherfuckers can't touch me

I'mma keep it one hundred with the money and the problems

Man, it's war, I got ninety nine, y'all all of 'em

Sanitize ninety nine percent like I slaughter 'em

Hands, I wipe clean of your blood after washing 'em

Damn, if I'm the one percent with rhyming and diction

That's how I just made it out of poverty stricken

Now I fly to Japan and still eat ramen with chicken

Nothing changed, except the fucks I been given, say less

'Cause your girl slid in my DM

Said she wanna slide her slit on my D, and

Open up her throat every day, slit it per diem

Slip into my Dungeon like DND, the end

Sorry, I don't pay no attention to a six

Or a sixteen bar from a sixteen years old about me as a diss

When it got five views, ah shit, I gave it six

He got six followers, think he sicker than satanic rappers, you use them for clicks

See me run through his clique

Never fucking with the uppers, they ain't huffing their shit, like a drug to get lit

Laying low, I keep crunching the numbers without pirates or bots, so they wonder how I'm staying fit

And tougher than rubber like Monkey D's fist, I bounce back, bitch

I don't ever really talk my talk, flaunt my flaunts, but these lames always tryna act out

Normally I just walk my walk, clock my clock, but they still always wanna run mouth

I'm just steady tryna move my move, groove my groove, but they still wanna hate like they 'bout it

Why they always wanna pick and choose? Stick, then move, if you real, you should stand on your spoutings, yeah

I'mma just flex on a hater, they ain't doing nothing

I'mma just flex on a hater 'cause them mouthy motherfuckers can't touch me

I'mma just flex on a hater, they ain't doing nothing

I'mma just flex on a hater 'cause them mouthy motherfuckers can't touch me

I've been tryna keep it real humble, you don't understand, sometimes I struggle, bruh

I've been tryna keep me outta trouble, but at times I get an urge to go and knuckle up

I've been tryna keep it low key, but sometimes they wanna go and push my buttons, bruh

But fuck it, time to talk my shit, guess what happening when the red button's touched

I done had weirdos try questioning my character

Never spent a day with me, dummy, you a character

Catch a buck at your hat for acting out of character

All they see left is numbered signs and white characters

Arrogance or confidence, the line between is menacing

Shit'll make you think quick, which side will you settle in

I was taught to act first, then we get to questioning

Y'all won't understand this kind of character development

I done rocked big stages, y'all can't really match that

Played on air waves, yeah, y'all can't really grasp that

They say pride been a killer, that's that shit I laugh at

Saying you better than me? Shit, who decided that?

I could put you on without making a track

I could put you on without asking for cash

I could make you gone for talking 'bout me with plaque

And if that bothered you, then clean up your act