| Militant mind, I’m the modern day Malcolm
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| I’m the nigga that they doubted
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| I created my own lane on these niggas, now my lane crowded (Get out my lane)
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| And I ain’t even drop a album
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| But the flow polished like the nigga on his eighth album (Machine, bitch, hah)
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| On Dope Street, I used to move an O a day
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| You can’t take my chains, boy, my jewels don’t go away (Hah)
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| You can’t name a dude that flow today that’s fuckin' with me
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| Just think, Everybody Is F.O.O.D. |
| was a throwaway (That was light)
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| Everything I touch, this shit is classic
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| Call the plug, get the package, then get in traffic (Ah)
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| Already sold half it before I ripped the plastic (Talk to 'em)
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| Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum
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| We with the action, your favorite rapper, I will smack him
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| Then have his head spinning backwards, then spin a Backwoods (Hahaha)
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| Shootin' like Dame DOLLA, I’m hittin' baskets
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| I’m in the booth spittin' gases, get your matches, nigga
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| And you suckers knowin' what’s up (Yeah)
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| You get a shitbag when I’m dumpin' low with the pump (Boom boom boom boom)
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| Who the hardest in the streets? |
| Motherfucker, you know it’s us
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| I ain’t bring New York back, I put Buffalo in the front
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| Motherfucker (Brr)
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| Yeah, nigga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hawks , by - CONWAY THE MACHINE. Song from the album Look What I Became, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп