Band of the Hawk lyrics

[Verse 1]
I dedicate this to my real trill n*ggas and a few trill b*tches
I bought a six fo with sixteen switches
Make a b*tch suck my di*k in like sixteen seconds
With your girl and the weed in them, make 'em kick back
Read a book lift with it
Times get hard and I'm sharin' my dinner, n*gga
Sell a little weed just to get a f*ckin' meal ticket
I ain't worried about sh*t
While you, always worried about a b*tch
b*tch n*gga, you can suck a di*k, we ain't about to trip
Unless it's about a grip
Make a whole n*gga strip take all your sh*t
Take all your b*tches, scratch that
You can keep the b*tch, I'll take all your riches
No witnesses pop your eyes out, bring 'em with us
If you don't get it now you can stop f*ckin' with us
You better watch your mouth
Got a hundred n*ggas in the pen, wait 'til they come out
Put a meal on a n*gga, get your ass out of the mouth
Put a meal on a n*gga, get a di*k up in your mouth
It's been so long they can't figure it out
While they do that I'm in the kitchen in your house
Makin' eggs spread your legs while we wiffin' you out
This your fault you went that route
So this is Azizi, I work like a genie
My terror don't wap, see what I'm thinkin'
My chakra is showin', you see me I'm steamin'
Using my high ki to go against evil
Supernatural n*ggas only notice
So I guess the only n*gga out there is Flying Lotus
You wanna figure it out close your eyes f*ckin' focus
Pocus
[Skit]
That's very good, that's nice, I think you're gettin' better, and what is this?
Tori don't listen to him anymore
She can't hear what you're sayin', poor Tori is to busy concentratin' on suckin' me off

[Verse: 2]
b*tch, I'm rollin' up dough
Las Vegas hotel, n*gga, think what you want
Pool in the livin' room, b*tches tryin' to hump
I mention this sh*t 'cause I work for a sun
And I did it my way from my palms to my lungs
You ain't do sh*t, but lay back and suck your thumb
With your big ass gap and yo teeth [?] cold
What the f*ck you talkin' about, n*gga, you should know
Bow down to the lords, suck it
Don't be actin' like we was bros
What you think it is?
We be Mario 'cause we carry around shells
We lettin' hammers go, I don't know
My n*gga, don't be fooled
In the ghetto don't be food
Around these whites don't be rude
Unless you want the popo to know what you do
Sometimes, I don't know what to do
I'm in love with myself and my Brainfeeder fools
Take over the game 'cause I know we got the tools
Down right fierce, now we got to move
Boy, I get it in like some goddamn goons
That's way too much to even say about you
That's way too much to even say about you
That's way too much to even say about you
[Chorus]
f*cked up, you got a world to see
Tap into your mind and see what I see
Open up your nose and breath what I breathe
Get you head in the books and think what I think
f*cked up, you got a world to see
Tap into your mind and see what I see
Open up your nose and breath what I breathe
Get you head in the books and think what I think

[Outro]
You either f*ck with us or don't
Simple as that bi-atch
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