Falconry (feat. Meyhem Lauren)

Yo pass me the ball fool

You better fuckin' pick me, ya

Straight the fuck up, I roof this shit

Fuckin' 360 on this pussy

I don't give a fuck

I'll kick this motherfucking ball over the fence

No shoes on

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 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

Fuck around and have some squid ink soup, bitch

(Ah man there's so much fuckin' 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 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

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

Ya'll niggas can't live, so it's officially an issue

Waterproof penmanship, padded on a rugby

Hammer in the hamper 'case a nigga try to thug me

I'm a 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 loves me when I'm naked