Mitty Fresh n' Da Gang - Concrete Flex www.nocturnalradio.live // www.mitchellfrederick.com This is a Mitty Fresh Production… Yeah… uh… New York state of mind… Streets talk, we don’t rewind… Concrete flex, money on deck, Diamonds on ice, but the city in check, Runnin’ these blocks, we earnin’ respect, From the Bronx to BK, we stack and protect. Corner store dreams, lit by the neon, Shooters stay quiet, but they always see one, Moves on the low, gotta play it strategic, Flows mathematical, grind encyclopedic. Hustle in the cold, where the night don’t sleep, Voices in the stairwell, secrets they keep, Concrete jungle, survival is law, Money on the table, ambition raw. Concrete flex, money on deck, Diamonds on ice, but the city in check, Runnin’ these blocks, we earnin’ respect, From the Bronx to BK, we stack and protect. Brownstones echo, subway shake, Dreams built bigger than the risks we take, Trap on fire, but the flow stay froze, Power in the voice, everybody knows. Triple-time cadence, words overlap, Numbers go crazy when I drop that rap, Hov in the blueprint, kings with a pen, But the style stay fresh when the beat drop in. Streets don’t sleep, they just rotate, Life on the line, gotta hold weight, Checks get signed, but the grind pure pain, Concrete flex, put respect on the name. Concrete flex, money on deck, Diamonds on ice, but the city in check, Runnin’ these blocks, we earnin’ respect, From the Bronx to BK, we stack and protect. This is New York, born from the grind, Legends made here, one of a kind, Concrete flex, it’s more than a rhyme, Mitty Fresh on the beat, timeless design. This is a Mitty Fresh Production… Yeah… uh… Bright lights fade… but the hustle alive, In the city of stone, only strong survive. Concrete flex, pressure applied, From Queens to the Heights, we let the money decide, Steel veins pumping, respect worldwide, This the part two, watch the city collide. Subway roar, echo in the veins, Streetlights flicker, blood in the drains, Every block built on stories untold, Legends carved deep in the concrete cold. Wordplay heavy, cadence cut raw, Every rhyme brick like a hustler’s law, Shadow in the alley, voice in the rain, Power in the pain, ambition remains. Concrete flex, pressure applied, From Queens to the Heights, we let the money decide, Steel veins pumping, respect worldwide, This the part two, watch the city collide. Gold on my wrist but the soul stay hungry, Boardroom suits still built from the ugly, Flow stay surgical, bars like a scalpel, Life in the jungle, the grind is the chapel. Triplets in the rhyme, flow like a chase, Gunna-type bounce with a Brooklyn bass, Every word sharp, double-time precision, Blueprint dreams with a Hov-like vision. Skyscrapers watch, shadows move fast, History repeats, but the future gon’ last, Concrete flex, yeah the city’s our stage, Written in the lights, every block, every page. Concrete flex, pressure applied, From Queens to the Heights, we let the money decide, Steel veins pumping, respect worldwide, This the part two, watch the city collide. Concrete flex, part two in the book, Streets still talking, take another look, From the bottom to the top, the design stays true, New York heartbeat, forever brand new.