Major Flex

I left home with nothing all I had was a reason

A hundred pounds in cash and a plan to believe in

I'm better under pressure so I splash in the deep end

I'm a walking paradox like the Son of Man with gun in hand

Rugged with the thugging I'd spark a bud up in Buckingham

Calmly call your bluff I don't blink for less than a hundred grand

Understand I been around money like a rubber band

Growing every year and my style's getting colder

The sharper cat the record business tried messing over

I'm here for justice but it's like the trial's never over

They profit off our trauma like we're child rebel soldiers