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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Biddl3
Biddl3
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denver Christopher Biddle III
Denver Christopher Biddle III
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Biddl3
Biddl3
Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Somebody tell Funk Flex I need a motherfuckin' freestyle What up Hot 97 Ha! Aye, yeah Speak of the devil, my peak's at a level You tryna reach then I suggest you leave ya feet on the pedal and I'm the Sweetest of fellows, I greet with a hello But feelin' froggy, you can leap and leave you deep in the meadow I need me a shovel, the way I'm diggin' deep in the bellows In the crevices of my mind and keep em tweakin' for several Days at a time, it's never a delay with the rhymes And I play with the lines, Tony Hawk - I stay on my grind Never wastin' my time, on a neighbor who's a hater of mine I'm self-made so you can save ya help and favors, I'm fine I'm straight I decline, you niggas tellin fables ya lyin' If you tried to cash in all ya raps, you at the bank with a dime I play it cool, I'm in the shade and I'm just waitin' to shine To tell the truth, I ain't afraid I know my fate is divine Hop in the booth with one take and that's a dangerous sign I'm on my Drake, I take a 6 and I can make her a 9 This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex, see I really got next I said this that Funk Flex I'm passionate for rappin' only classic shit (yes) I'm an advocate for passin' over average (yes) The flow is straight from Nazareth, immaculate (yes) I know I'll make it happen cuz I'm talented (aye) It ain't a doubt in my mind I'm on the route to get the clout and it's a mountain to climb I'm countin' my time - tick-tock, Apple on my wrist watch Catapult my status to a rapper with the big knots Had to go bananas, hold my trophy, show the banners Sorry I don't know no manners when I'm posin' for the cameras I be cookin' up the tracks and put my foot in like a sandal If we puttin' it on wax, you really couldn't hold a candle to the boy I'm the man and I do damage I destroy Any plan you had before, from the mantle to the core I dismantle any chance you had at standin' to the boy When you shootin' for the sky sometimes you landin' on the floor This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex This that Funk Flex, see I really got next I said this that Funk Flex
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