Falconry (feat. Meyhem Lauren)

Action Bronson

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    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

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    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

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