Hawks

Yeah (back off man, I'm a scientist) Yeah I see you niggas tryna take the formula and make it cornier I'm onto you (see what y'all niggas doin') Don't make me call shorty up He pick his .40 up (put that in, homie) Shootin' your corner up Send you for a ride with the coroner (boom boom boom boom) Cake pilin', spent the last two days countin' (hah) Invested in the real estate and made safe houses (yeah) Same block where I had a K, wildin', I made thousands I could take my bricks and make a yay mountain (hah) Open my garage door and pull a Wraith out it (you see me, bitch) Puerto Rican bitches love me like I'm J Balvin Versace drawers, nah, bitch, these ain't Calvins (uh uh) Militant mind, I'm the modern day Malcolm I'm the nigga that they doubted I created my own lane on these niggas Now my lane crowded (get out my lane) And I ain't even drop a album But the flow polished like the nigga on his eighth album (machine, bitch, hah) On Dope Street, I used to move an O a day You can't take my chains, boy, my jewels don't go away (hah) You can't name a dude that flow today that's fuckin' with me Just think, Everybody Is F.O.O.D. was a throwaway (that was light) Everything I touch, this shit is classic Call the plug, get the package, then get in traffic (ah) Already sold half it before I ripped the plastic (talk to 'em) Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum We with the action, your favorite rapper, I will smack him Then have his head spinning backwards Then spin a Backwoods Shootin' like Dame DOLLA, I'm hittin' baskets I'm in the booth spittin' gases, get your matches, nigga And you suckers knowin' what's up (yeah) You get a shitbag when I'm dumpin' low with the pump (boom boom boom boom) Who the hardest in the streets? Motherfucker, you know it's us I ain't bring New York back, I put Buffalo in the front Motherfucker (brr) Yeah, nigga --- Hawks - Conway the Machine