This is a song about "Aint gotta flex"

You gotta rise above, gotta raise yourself higher

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

I gotta tell you it just aint easy being me,

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Fuck this fight get outta my site, gotta hell take a break, life aint a game of luck.

Its the struggle we got gotta

Lucky seven probably poppa

Tryna be a thug and i aint gotta bust metals

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Book close by to pass the time while waiting for that flex

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

I am a depressed child when aint gotta fuckin gram, but i smoke that's just who the fuck i am