Flex - Malpractice

Kodak image til I make it out to Bel Air

Tell my momma got some product we can sell here

Cus Brodie been to hell and back, yea

But one time he went heaven and I’m still there

So flex like God

Tell my people flex like God

Okay the year is ‘05

And I’m riding in a Plymouth

And it got a white hood

Like a chocolate city finished

Got a lil crooked smile

But my Cole so Kenneth

I don’t want no hedge fund

I just want the Family business

Mashallah for good eats

Even when’s it late news

How you make love

When you gotta make food

You can’t Make rent

But you gotta make due

Pray I stay on 2K

And it’s never K2

And brodie hella blessed

Even when I been bend the rules

We be drinking when we kick it

Til we feel like Liverpool

And I’m still be humble

Even when I got the hype

Cus I know I’m in a story

That I could write

And I can’t wait to meet Him

So I gotta leave my pride

Don’t got time for clues

Baby say what’s on your mind

Hit the finish line

Like I’m running outta time

I just realized that I lapped em

I could never be behind

Kodak image til I make it out to Bel Air

Tell my momma got some product we can sell here

Cus Brodie been to hell and back, yea

But one time he went heaven and I’m still there

So flex like God

Tell my people flex like God