Mike Flowz | Funk Flex | #Freestyle031

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[Verse] My thoughts are mental penitentiary, slippery, filled with vocab Those who aren't that into me victory hold my gonads It's toe tags, I blow past passin' the intersection Prayin' for every second, redemption, eternal blessing, I'm blessed For the power as it showers from the heavens remember I asked my reverend his favorite number was seven, my favorite number is three So what does that mean? He said you'll make it to the heavens, you're just stuck in between I asked my nannykins she helped me What do I have to sacrifice? Said you only in the middle just to live a happy life Up on there is the devil, above you is the king While you resting in between you hold your head up and you sing as she told me to kick a verse He know that it's true, he created that gift, then he gave it to you Took it, ripped the paper off, and what did I see? I was handed an empty box it look like nothing to me But inside was a prize weight, traded in some sneakers I was given the ability to bang in all your speakers And prove to you niggas that you are truly weaker Don't even deserve a feature creating this evil creature Demons that you believe in is the reason I'm hot Blood of Jesus make me believe this is the reason you not I'm sitting right next to Hova, we're discussing Jehovah My soul is from the heavens with everlasting control of every city and every state Check my beat, see any cake We're talking about my bank, the reason that I'm irate I'm eating off the dinner plate and you faking to please the fake I started from the bottom and you only believe in Drake Only believe in Kendrick, favorite rapper is Jigga Music my Holy Grail, truthfully I'm that nigga Vicious, interceptive, perception is still neglected Only way to be respected have your shorty get the neck And avoiding mental connections, paying to sit in sections Just to get a closer view of my necklace but I just hit checking From perfected electric, this shit is shocking Current situation might require several blockers, a posse No Biggie, who shot ya? Probably getting shots as they got you Spitting proper like Blocka Check my roster, my father told me to chill Mike Your mother nigga's not ready And getting fetty, it's deadly to see you real, Mike Like fuck you if you did that deal, Mike Well, I'mma make it on my own By then they wanna kill Mike Murdering niggas don't feel right, yeah, right Kill my competition so trust, I know what it feel like Bang beats with a steel pipe Sure to get the steel pipe Wanted to cut me off but turn around and you still bitin' I don't get it, your fighting, it be so different But imitating my image is the way it make me livid Out of my mind that might explain Take my time it's not too late Look at LeBron, he got his ring And he's still up on the top, man, go and hate Look like prom when I drop that fire They dressed in their suits Know you're gonna cock it back and still pressure the suit What's up? [Outro] Yeah! I'm back on it! This for my city! Yeah!