Lyrics Hawks - CONWAY THE MACHINE

Hawks

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 (Hahaha)
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