Young Leo DaVinci - Flex On 'Em lyrics

[Intro: Sterling Duns] I think my whole team about to just... Flex on 'em Flex on 'em I guess I'm first to go 'head and rap on 'em I'm a flex on 'em Flex on' em Shout out to Banks...genius [Verse 1: Sterling Duns] Nooooo no banks you're k**ing them Chiropract' tomorrow, at least someone will be feeling him My back's been hurting tons It could be cause that I'm dealing with The drama and these problems of tryna make it in the music biz True story, true words baby Tunnel vision mission I'm Mario the dream is Daisy Shout out to the crew, we too legit like Hammer Give us some mics and minutes, yea this place will go bananas I am Sterling, 25 I done told you about my life Now let me tell you how I live I live it up until I die I was close to just quitting, but my homie left a message I partned up with the movement It worked out, that plyomterics This ain't average, this ain't regs We are sick, beats our meds Never quit, that's our pledge Cold as ice, close the fridge We don't want beef, I'm a veg Kept it clean, I took a bath Keep it mean, that Debo plan To keep it real we will not fail When I was young I was afraid I found solace in my soul it's Amazing when you heat up that's when shoulders get the coldest Each mixtape, one step closer to the crew's magnum opus And I got do it fast, I see the shadow of the vultures [Verse 2: Young Leo DaVinci] Man these haters are some vultures When your dreams are out of focus And they hoping they can smoke us While their bogus vibes invoke us They hopeless, don't approach us Move from Taurus to the tour bus Be obnoxious with my brosephs And live larger than a porpoise Man these verses is our purpose So we put the beats in hearses And they jealous so they curse us Got more talent than a circus For certain this is worth it So we pushing, no inertia Sickly rhymes like they got MRSA Love the game so please elope us Movement robust Lesson is you never doubt ‘em I'm fighting Dwayne Johnson before I hit the rock bottom This frat boy swagger cooking rhymes like chicken ramen Cause this mind sharper than the kitchen at Benihana Balling like Ibaka Heating up just like a sauna Dream of houses for my mama While I'm chilling in Guyana With a girlie from the islands Take this dream outside my eyelids With these hits that we supplying Andy Brinker flow, keep grinding We leave them doubts behind us Going hard when we ain't trying Make these whack bols a pariah Sharp rhymes will slash ya tire Young bol out of suburbia My crew fly, but I am biased So come and peep the styles Got groups of our rivals crying Quite simply I'm the finest Cla**ic mixtape be so timeless Move on over, but don't mind us Shine is brighter than Orion Well is never drying While we're striving for the sky and Pretty soon it'll be our time The king is here, call me your highness [Hook: Sterling Duns] Flex on 'em We flex on 'em Now who's next to come on and rap on 'em Yo flex on 'em Yeah flex on 'em Now who's next to come on and rap on 'em: SD [Verse 3: SDeez] Yo Banks, man this beat is really dope Somebody kick away the competition's chair and leave em roped Watch them choke My bad, am I wild'in That I imagine violence When I close my eyelids? Rappers selling these lies, but I ain't buying On my own I'm deep in the zone, like Favre was throwing it Flow so sick I'm throwing up rhymes, I could not hold them in Flow so sick I'll unleash Hyde, I could not hold him in Bring them to they feet, they feel this beat, SDeez is going jn Though my story isn't gory Don't ignore me, Robert Horry Promise I will make it and my team will reap the glory So it's Hands up, like we rocking the crowd Makin' mama proud They tried to shut us down we only grew more loud If I drove a hearse it would be full in the back Cause every time I flow I blank and murder the track Take it as a hostage you ain't getting it back Fully automatic when I beat on the track We on the rise like yeast, I'm a beast Rage unleashed on the streets I'mma eat Looking for a meal and you looking like a feast Your team looks whack and we looking like the Heat You don't want beef, believe that Say what I mean, I mean rap Mean what I say , so ease back k** the whole game bring hip hop back k** the whole game bring hip hop back k** the whole game bring hip hop back [Verse 4: Rick Banks] I guess I'm anchoring this relay But Duns, Seanny D, and Keys made this leg real easy They opened up a crazy lead, so I guess I'm just maintaining And I just might act a fool like I got no home training Cause this beat is Wild N' Crazy Kids And I'm like Omar Gooding Trying to step out Cuba's shadow But nobody's really looking But it's cool, like DJ Drama I'm just waiting on my moment And you said I was a square but my shine's multiplying, exponents And I really don't see an opponent I'm just doing this for enjoyment I'm just doing this cause I was chosen I'm just living my life like it's golden Jill Scott when the beat drops The opposite of hot So cold that I leave mics frozen My pimp juice not from concentrate But you know damn well it's focused! Hocus-pocus I'm like Magic Charming, in the clutch I'm cla**ic Just flexin like elastic My foursome's so fantastic You can marvel at our arsenal Dodge haters cause we artful With our eyes clear and hearts full Like Parker Lewis, can't lose So don't confuse this with something else I'm not bragging, I promise, I just can't help myself So sugar pie, honey bunch We make it happen, Cap'n Crunch Even my cereal's lyric material Rebel alliance and you're just imperial I'm skywalking with my crew Not Han Solo A new Hope Solo Leave you in the dust like Flo-Jo Lofty like So-Ho Y'all cats is clowns like Bozo And I'm back in the game cause of your sloppy play Shout-out to Tony Romo