Lost Hawks

I'm Serious, like Steady B

I dip a Cadillac like Freddy B

I talk to these ladies like Schooly D

Cause I can't have these ladies foolin' me

I'm bumpin' Thai Shaw, Pimpin' Hoes dot com

The mo' god'Khan in a new Sean John

Lost in my lusty ways

You see my face in a magazine and can't turn the page.

You see, I'm 'bout to get paid and not afraid to admit it

To fail's never part of the plan, I'm never quittin'

I always gave it all that I can, a little lazy

I (blow ??? record) like Chuck up on the daily

Adrenaline pumpin' like a piston

Got me so high I'm in the sky and I kissed it

Excuse me while I Jimmy Hentwist the rhyme

Hey Joe, could you tell me if 6 was 9?

You know I spit technique to the freshest freak

Gimme a call you will see results in just a week

With the soul of a LOST HAWK

Is there a heaven for a Rap Cat, let's talk

Because it's hell for a Rap Cat, let's walk

Watch your spirit get knocked out the ballpark

Gold diggers stay after me, it's a catastrophe,

Talkin' shit in the cheesecake factory.

I'm feelin' high and the blunt ain't sparked yet

The truth hit the booth just like it was Clark Kent

No time for the weak games the renegade freaks play

Follow the rules, old school, fuck a cliche

I'm to the point ain't no time to waste

Same rap, came back, hey, just like mace

Imma spray in your face, any day, any place

Cross the bay bridge rollin' with Dre and we blaze

A chronicle, 30 of Kush up in the optimo

We roll trees by the bush when we rock a show

The (?) push, Imma refund mine

See suckas, lay 'em down with our machine gun rhymes.

You might see me at my shows in my Nicky Rose clothes

Standin' there just like a picture without the pose

Yes, y'all in the symphony call

Man, them hoes'll be talkin' bout my rise and fall

How I did 'em all

And was I born to ball

Yo, but not on the hoop court

But walkin' through court

My gun-mouth that made it way down south

With the whole strip scene tryin' to figure it out

Without a doubt.

I keep it movin' till my life is straight

It's all, Math, Science, Time and Space

I see the more money and these rhymes to make

I'm tryna seven figures like a license plate

Come on, I roll often, my destination unknown

The bizzle had me thinkin' "where did all the fun go"

Fast decisions made at the last minute

The cash flippin'

Fasho' we goin' past the limit.

Gotta be greedy like Daffy 'cause the money's like Taffy

Sweet like a (?) that's tryna get at me

The wings of an angel just cut my face

I couldn't say nothin' man, yo I spit my case

Playboy, it's like magic

Man, in a packet

Mad like an addict in the sports (?) bracket

Spit hot nickels till they quarters, man

So put in my name with the eternal flames.

I'm so hot, the track meltin'

Please the degrees that I kick his black belt in

Freeze MC's into a gas, I blows mixed Purp with Hash

Do the math, young Queezy workin' the map

It's called class

Like Bob Marley lightin' a spliff

Only the lord know how hyphy I'll get

Imma rip through the city and tell a sucka "try again"

You see me flowin' to this track like the violins.