text: 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