Azizi Gibson - Band of the Hawk lyrics

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson] I dedicate this to my real trill n***as and a few trill b**hes I bought a six fo with 16 switches Make a b**h s** my dick in like 16 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 sharing my dinner, n***a Sell a little weed just to get a f**in meal ticket I ain't worried about sh** While you, always worried about a b**h b**h n***a you can s**a dick we ain't about to trip Unless it's about a grip Make a whole n***a strip take all your sh** Take all your b**hes, scratch that You can keep the b**h, 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**ing with us You better watch your mouth Got a hundred n***as in the pen, wait until they come out Put a meal on a n***a, get your a** (?) out Put a meal on a n***a get a dick up in your mouth It's been so long they can't figure it out While they do that i'm in the kitche in your house Making eggs spread your legs while we wiffing you out This your fault you went that route [Interlude] So this is Azizi I work like a genie My terror (?) see what I'm thinking My chakra is showing you see me I'm steaming Using my high ki to go against evil Supernatural n***as only notice So i guess the only n***a out there is Flying Lotus You wanna figure it out close your eyes f**ing focuuuus Pocus (That's very good. That's nice. I think you're getting better. And what is this? Tori don't listen to him anymore. She can't hear what you're saying poor Tori is to busy concentrating on s**ing me off) [Verse: 2] b**h I'm rolling up dough Las Vegas hotel my n***a think what you want Pool in the living room b**hes trying to hump I mention this sh** cause i work for a sun And i did it my way from my palms to my lungs You ain't do sh** but lay back and s** your thumb With your big a** gap and (?) teeth cold What the f** you talking about n***a you should know Bow down to the lords, s** it Don't be acting like we was bros What you think it is? We be mario cause we carry around shells We letting hammers go I don't know My n***a 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 foos Take over the game cause I know we got the tools Down right fierce now what we got to move Boy I get it in like some god damn goons Thats way to much to even say about you Thats way to much to even say about you Thats way to much to even say about you [Outro] x2 f**ed up, you got a world to see Tap into your mind and see what I see Open up your nose and breath what I breath Get you head in the books and think what I think (You either f** with us or don't. Simple as that bi-atch. Brainfeeder. Brainfeeder"