FlexinRJ - Death To My Enemies-FlexinRJ

Death to my enemies shots at my adversaries
Fully loaded magazines shits getting kinda scary
Paranoia all the time they want me dead
I got a vest for my chest and a fitted for my head
Two loaded Glock 9s all the time you know I stay strapped
it's hard to fall asleep when your worried about the payback
Karmas a bitch she always finds way her way back like a stray cat that's why I strapped
I don't know why I'm hated on constantly
I hear screams in my dreams and there haunting me taunting me and there creeping me the fuck out
I smoke too much weed I need to calm the fuck down
Walking through the hood like I'm Rambo fully loaded arsenal plenty of ammo
Baby says I'm crazy says I need to see a shrink I said boo all I need is to use some Buddha and some drinks
Pull up in the caddy with a baddie and shes rolling a fatty
You can smell the smoke from Long Beach to San Gabriel valley
Trains have locomotives
I have a loco motive
I'll run your punk ass over
I'm Irish like a clover
I'm hot just like a stove uh
I strike just like a cobra
Bark like a dog named rover
Snakes in the grass I'll fucking mow ya
Act like i never knew ya
that's how this game will do ya
Okay let's stick to the point
I'll smoke you like a joint
Chilling and smoking on some of the best bud Cali can offer
Some bomb ass indica that had my ass coughing
This Cali bud can put your ass in a coffin
If I keep smoking and drink so much I might just wake up in Compton
This is awesome
And I do this shit often
When vivid gets off the microphone it's hard to top him you can't pop me you can't drop me
None of you bitchs can phase me
I'm vivid John blaze you don't wanna meet vivid John crazy
Flexin RJ got more gas than a gas station
Im tired of the silly games ain't talking playstation
I'm the next big thing I'm patiently waiting
Now that I'm leveled up I'm really watching for the snaking
They call me Flexin cuz I'm flexing like a gym rat
I'm making money til I die don't forget that
Things haven't been the same since I got racks
I cant settle to be average i wasn't made for that
You can try and hate on me I ain't listening
I'm like a star in the sky the way I'm glistening
My mind is free but my body's in imprisonment
I'm just tryna stack my money past the ceiling bitch

Written by:
Roman Larimore

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