Yeah, yeah, part two
Shout out Flex
Shout out Puff
Cleveland
Ayy ayy
Young gunner
Alright Flex, look
Where were you when I was down, I got questions
Now, its all these hoes in the lounge at the Westin
I just met somebody’s parents, left a bad impression
They smelled a package that I just picked up from the reception
Hey, fuck em, Im stressin, I don’t learn my lesson
Customs locked me down in LAX for coke possession
Just had a publicist that left, said I was too aggressive
Then had a ex that couldn’t stand me cause Im not possessive
Impressive, haha, I just want to say
I ditched the VMAs and went back up the way, ayy
From the ghetto to a rock god, hit em up like Pac
Lets just keep it G
Only Eazy I fuck with is E 
I seen he dyed his hair and got a hanging earring
I fucked his girl, now he look like me, this shit overbearing
How dare him, I dare him
Don’t think about comparing
Man turn that frat rap off, I’m getting sick of hearing
I’m in LA, at my spot, right next door to Terrence
I’m knocking on the door next time I see Kanye’s McLaren
Like, I need beats 
Like, hook me up with Kendall
Man, all the masses out in Calabasas got me mental
Bitch, I’m a dog, yeah, I came up out the kennel
And that teardrop on my partner eye aint cause hes sentimental
Look, I told you, I told you that I’m coming 
They shouldve left me doing pop, y’all don’t want me gunnin
My daughters with me, ain’t no school yet, it’s the end of summer
So close your ears, your daddy’s bout to kill these motherfuckers
Lyrically, I’m 6 feet Im
23 MJ on the beat Im
Stronger, faster by design
I’m a Lambo, you’re a Nissan
I’m the big bad wolf, no peace sign
Gonna give these fans their tea time
I would tell their man’s he’d be fine, but then I’d be lying
I’m mobbing in that all-black Range
With a long list of names, duct taped, y’all aint safe 
Clinically, I’m insane
Industry is full of lames
Gone when the cops came 
Paper planes sugar cane 
To the brain, bottle drained, numb the pain 
I’m just saying I’m ashamed 
I paved this lane and they don’t even say my name
Yeah, I’m white, yeah, I’m rock and roll, yeah, I got soul
Yeah, my daughters black, yeah, I love to rap, yeah, I’m fighting back
Yeah, I hate the fame, wish I had a mask
Yeah, I got pulled over with my stylist, had no license, and a strap
Plead the fifth, that ain’t Saks 
Speak some facts 
All you dummies love money, do some math
Seven digits in my 20’s 
A misfit, fuck the critics, everyone of yah
I used to burn a Fader magazine in public 
Just cause one journalist, a hater, and a sucker 
High school reunion on my calendar, you know I’m ready
I’m leaving tour just to show up, you now I’m fucking petty
I ain’t forget none of you pussies and the rest of y’all been playing too long
Lets take it back to Vegas on my 22nd at the Palms
Got a call, my life was being threatened by a pimp
He ain’t know I’m in the room with 20 goons and J. Prince
Now, I’m pissed
Y’all done made me talk my shit
I was chillin, now I’m back to being a villain in this bitch
2012 came to Flex now this is part two
Fuck with me and part three might be about you
Kells