Hawks - Conway The Machine

Militant mind, I’m the modern day Malcolm

I’m the nigga that they doubted

I created my own lane on these niggas, now my lane crowded (Get out my lane)

And I ain’t even drop a album

But the flow polished like the nigga on his eighth album (Machine, bitch, hah)

On Dope Street, I used to move an O a day

You can’t take my chains, boy, my jewels don’t go away (Hah)

You can’t name a dude that flow today that’s fuckin' with me

Just think, Everybody Is F.O.O.D.

was a throwaway (That was light)

Everything I touch, this shit is classic

Call the plug, get the package, then get in traffic (Ah)

Already sold half it before I ripped the plastic (Talk to 'em)

Neck lookin' like I just went triple platinum

We with the action, your favorite rapper, I will smack him

Then have his head spinning backwards, then spin a Backwoods (Hahaha)

Shootin' like Dame DOLLA, I’m hittin' baskets

I’m in the booth spittin' gases, get your matches, nigga

And you suckers knowin' what’s up (Yeah)

You get a shitbag when I’m dumpin' low with the pump (Boom boom boom boom)

Who the hardest in the streets?

Motherfucker, you know it’s us

I ain’t bring New York back, I put Buffalo in the front

Motherfucker (Brr)

Yeah, nigga