Falconry

Yo pass me the ball fool
You better fuckin pick me, yeah
Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit
Fuckin 360 on this pussy
I dont give a fuck
Ill kick this motherfucking ball over the fence
No shoes on(and I go home)
Which way with the bitch
I know you see me on the TV
Lookin 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, dunny dont get down like me
The falcon flies back to the glove when I whistle
Dont try to put me in the box like a tissue
Cause I push you in the box with a pink suit
Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch
(Ah man theres so much fuckin hash
In this joint right now son)
Uh, you aint a legend like Yanni
Im so Queens like a Roy Wilkins T-shirt
With one arm shredded, and one arm missing
Dog, I was born with Allahs vision
I learned quick I couldnt follow suit
Cause the Devil put the pork inside the dollar soup
Now Im sittin in first class with a hard dick
Listenin 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 holdin an iron with a visor on
Yeah, uh huh, hahaha
Yo, the 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
Yall niggas cant live, so its officially an issue
Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby
Hammer in the hamper case a nigga try to thug me
Im a idol, my wave is tidal, forget survival
Treat the last record I broke just like a rival
Uh, Im 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, (uh, yeah), yeah, (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 loves me when Im naked