[Intro] It's the Ville! Aye, somebody call my ex and tell her I made it, n***a! Uh, Flex On My Ex [?] [Verse 1] Look, look Five years, girl, you slept with a star Bet you never thought I'd make it this far But I playing for this sh** Just like I playing to be rich I heard your new n***a rapping He a fan of my sh** Tell him keep on grinding Tell him dreams come true Just gotta wait for perfect [?] And don't you leave him Give him love and support The sh** you never gave me But I ain't need it, of course Wish you could feel these leather seats When I speedin' that Porsche See, I been thinkin' 'bout the times When we met on that porch And I told you that I rapped And be the greatest to do it Taking trips up in your Buick I would play you my music But, sh**, you weren't f**ing with it You'd get mad and you muted And that sh** hurt me deeply I really let you treat me I'll die alone before I let another b**h deceive me And my city is so happy for me I hear 'em clapping for me 'Cause they know everything I did to get the world to know me Remember watching dope dealers like [?] and Jody Then watching my heroes from the block Coming up as they [?] It's been a long road Thought about selling my soul Lord, forgive me for my sins and all the dope I sold I seen a lot and done a lot in my 22 years I told my sister "Look, we aren't white but wipe your tears" Poodieville, I ain't too far from the best Welcome, all, it's time to flex on my ex And I thank you all for tuning in