Falconry (feat. Meyhem Lauren & Big Body Bes)

Yo pass me the ball, fool

You better fucking pick me, man, straight the fuck up, I'll roof this shit

Fucking 360 on this pussy

I don't give a fuck

I'll kick this mother fucking ball over the fence then I'll go home

No shoes on

I know you see me on the TV looking like a hunk of beef

When I smile your baby mama shit her Dungarees

Somebody get the kid a deal, he sound like me

But nah sonny don't get down like me

The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle

Don't try to put me in the box like a tissue

'Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit

Then fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch

Ah, man there's so much fucking hash in this joint right now son

Uh, you ain't a legend like Yanni

I'm so queens like a Roy Wilkins t-shirt

With one arm shredded and one arm missing

Dog I was born with Allah's vision

I learned quick I couldn't follow suit

'Cause the devil put the pork inside the dollar soup

Now I'm sitting in first class with a hard dick

Listening to German guitar riffs what a life

I was made like the beginning of Jurassic Park

When they took the fucking blood from the mosquito

With a dope needle, then they shot it in a wild lion, 1983

I popped out holding an iron with a visor on

Yeah, uh, yeah

Videos are like a Jewish summer camp promo

Your ideas lack adobo

Yo, silk cinder blocks, cinnamon socks

On the low like a whip without shocks

I bag bitches in flocks

Representative for everything official

Y'all **** can't live so it's officially an issue

Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby

Hammer in the hamper case a **** try to thug me

I'm an idol, my wave is tidal forget survival

Treat the last record I broke just like a rival

Uh, I'm New York before it turned into a bike lane

Never had a light fame split the pipe cane

It was written but I wrote it

Put religion right on my neck and then I froze it

Laurenovitch, yeah

3:36 in the morning

Location a drug infested area Brooklyn New York

What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner

With a Latin individual, corn rows, Foamposites

All sorts of a felony in his waist

But who are you?

She only love me when I'm naked