Boomski World, Yaaro K, Bobby Gold and Kwaku Nyame - Flex

See the boy dem pull up, watch flexin'
Yeah man, I don't know
I change, yeah
Boomski what inna di place?
Case

Oh, when in silence I make 'em think we losin'
Journey too tough but we chosen
Generation of curses be broken (Yeah)
You don't know how long I've wanted this shit
Spent so many nights on this shit
Man broke a lot of rules for this shit

So now we flex
Rats fall inna car fix
Nothin' simple, man a complex (Yes I, yes I)
And whole a di gyal 'em confess
Man bigger than whole a dem ex and whole a dem next
Who a taste this feeling? I'm feelin' inside
And I feel so alive, oh
Nyam-nyam to the washin', show me fair, fair, fair
Body and young passion, man, whoa, deh, deh, deh, eh

I work hard so I know they worry (Yeah)
Keep fighting battles way bigger than me
Better overcome all this drama in my family
Baby, I dey really try
Now every day is a party
I hear them say I got no worries
But they wanna know, they wanna know what we do
They wanna know but me nuh show them what we do

This feeling
If you see the smile on my face when I made it
Don't you worry on me, baton shine like a diamond
Flex like a barrel, fast like a stallion
Every day is a party
I hear them say I got no worries
But they wanna know, they wanna know what we do
They wanna know

So now we flex
Rats fall inna car fix
Nothin' simple, man a complex (Yes I, yes I)
And whole a di gyal 'em confess
Man, me gada know all of them ex and all of them next
Me watch this, this feeling, I'm feeling inside
I feel so alive, oh
Yuh me a to the washin', show me fair, fair, fair
Baleno bash man, oh, deh, deh, deh, eh

Fact is, we no need no practice (Yeah)
The gyal 'em steady digging wanna tactics (Yeah)
Candice pull up with two DA shit
Pull up we take a projective, I stand Glock matrix (Yeah)
Party with the shawty
We want frostbite, urban and little Hennessy (Yeah)
Big drip, then they start the drug shit
So dizzy, gilly, really grounded, meh man, me done this, yeah
Badman a you, try to top and sleep
Boy, think you 'bout tell 'em 'bout what dem sleep
Gidden about who I can reach
See we talk and do 'cause talk nah cheap
Sacrifice you need to to get peace
Let's fight, see we up with the streets
Pushing the food pack in, cutting trees
Relax, sit back, roll up and just cruise

Win in silence and make 'em think we losing
Journey too tough but we chosen
Generation of curses be broken
You don't know how long I've wanted this shit
Spent so many nights on this shit
Man broke a lot of rules for this shit

So now we flex
Racks falling, I can't flex
Look, simple man, I can't flex
Yes, and all of the gyal 'em can't flex
Man bigger than all of them ex' and all of them ex'
As soon as I taste this feeling, I'm feeling inside
I feel so alive, oh
Nyami atole bwashi, sell me fair, fair, fair
Wali and yung bwashi, man, whoa, deh, deh, deh, deh

Flexin', yeah, let 'em taste it
They want to taste it, ah-hah
Hold on, man, flexin', flexin', flexin'
Hahaha, Boomski World

Written by:
GHOSTY, Kane K

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