hawks

conway the machine

yeah

yeah

i see you niggas tryna take the formula and make it cornier

i'm onto you

don't make me call shorty up

he pick his.40 up

shootin' your corner up

send you for a ride with the coroner

cake pilin'

spent the last two days countin'

invested in the real estate and made safe houses

same block where i had a k

wildin'

i made thousands

i could take my bricks and make a yay mountain

open my garage door and pull a wraith out it

puerto rican bitches love me like i'm j balvin

versace draws

nah

bitch

these ain't calvins

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

and i ain't even drop a album

but the flow polished like the nigga on his eighth album

on dope street

i used to move an o a day

you can't take my chains

boy

my jewels don't go away

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

everything i touch

this shit is classic

call the plug

get the package

then get in traffic

already sold half it before i ripped the plastic

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

you get a shitbag when i'm dumpin' low with the pump

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

yeah

nigga

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