Night Hawk

Out in Boca
Acting loco
Interestingly calm
I like to toca
Just Un poco
At the playa in Palms
I like the pizzas
Pummarola
Yeah that shit is the bomb
Mamasitas looking good
I'll have piece of ya moms

I know rights things to say
But I trip on my tongue
I forgot how to play
I just punished my lungs
If I shoot, leads a stray
You're a tough one to hit
It's hard to see in this haze
But I don't mind it one bit

I like the sun on my skin
Fun in the wind
Taking me back to my days as a kid
A fun little jit
I went from playing with toys
To stacking them bricks
To rolling up with the boys
And get back to biz
Probably never see my Nigga Robby again
I don't remember his face but he's my very first friend
My moms in love with a Benz
She extends her regards
Forward toward a word absurder
Than murder I heard her
Whisper and murmur
About new world order
It sorta distorted
My thought of the world
Our enclosure
Exposure of a better life
I see a vision in the sky
Eyes open to the blessing
That all had been disguised
I open my eyes to the questions
Absorbed the essence of a lesson
An impression into our essence
I sense an outer presence
Press on I feel the pressure
I'm sure rest assure
You need not worry
I scurry to beat the light
I'm pressed for higher heights
I fly for my delight
My plight proves true
Power comes from sight
Insight induced by light
I bruise my eye to take peak
I wreak of greed and Hennessy
An impaired mind is a better me
I see the question
I leave them breatheless
They leave me headless
Astonished at the thought
Of being tarnished by the lot
A plot to feed a family for generations
Relations with other nations
Contorted for revenue
Selling me they selling you
They telling me I'm telling you

Run nigga
And don't you fumble the bag

Run nigga
And don't you fumble the bag

Run nigga
And don't you fumble the bag

Run nigga
And don't you fumble the bag

I buy a house and cop a coupe
I loot the goods look here's the proof
I don't get gold to feel good
But if you could well wouldn't you?
If Imma wear this chain Imma make it gold
Ain't it heavy tho
Here you go
I just packed a bowl
Now let's take off
Joe Budden you mad
You ain't have to take your face off
No place to face off
And break off
I'm in traffic
I'm laughing and blabbing
Having a great time
Unwind and release all my troubles
A double take of the day
That had been spent in a way
And regardless of the pain
I accept my decision
Must I imprison my mind
Or may I fill with fruition
I heed the signs I am given
I here the calls, now you listen
Now you listen

Havoc in the streets
Happen to haven't seen a thing
Having to dabble in deceit
Hang chains of rabbits little feet
So luck can brandish me I'm free
To be as grand as I can be
A gram is good enough for me
More likes can elevate my esteem
More bud can levitate my dreams
I dream of kings loving queens
I dreamt that pain was obsolete
And to be slain was not defeat
To have a brain is what I seek
Peek a boo
I see a clue
It says the world was made for you
It says for me now I'll take two
Must fill my plate leave some for you
A note for me, message for you
Now hear what God will have you do
I hear him now you listen too