Falcons No Ducks
I'm singing, grinning, winning,
You're clinging, flipping chicken
I'm all in, it's already written
Plot thickening, the juice trickling
You're just in it for
Mula, glory, women
It ain't safe with y'all
Won't catch me slipping
365 days, honing my craft, I been putting work in now u want a bite
U best know ur place, u say got my back, then u want some credit for the shit I write
Fall 22', called my man duke, I could feel he knew we never needed u
But still we wanted troops, but ur just a fluke
Falcons don't do falklands or fight for a can of soup
Ain't bout the money, if ur my friend friend friend friend friend friend
Don't be so chummy just for m's m's m's m's m's m's
Talk it out fore it gets gross,
How did u even get that close?
Breaking in never gave u the keys, but falcons be protecting the keep
Vultures around me waiting to feast, but I'm too alive
I will call you out if I must, I ain't sitting at the back of the bus, want me on my knees but I'm done trynna please
Fuck that, I'm above that, I'm too dangerous, in my rucksack, got a 49, an Apollo I ain't no bully but I'll take ur lunch pack
Press me, try to impress me, send ur lapdogs
To my wolfpack, oozing loyalty, pay the lawyer fees, this is bigger than u and ur drum rack
Ain't bout the money, if ur my friend friend friend friend friend friend
Don't be so chummy just for m's m's m's m's m's m's
Talk it out fore it gets gross,
How did u even get that close?
You're clinging, flipping chicken
I'm all in, it's already written
Plot thickening, the juice trickling
You're just in it for
Mula, glory, women
It ain't safe with y'all
Won't catch me slipping
365 days, honing my craft, I been putting work in now u want a bite
U best know ur place, u say got my back, then u want some credit for the shit I write
Fall 22', called my man duke, I could feel he knew we never needed u
But still we wanted troops, but ur just a fluke
Falcons don't do falklands or fight for a can of soup
Ain't bout the money, if ur my friend friend friend friend friend friend
Don't be so chummy just for m's m's m's m's m's m's
Talk it out fore it gets gross,
How did u even get that close?
Breaking in never gave u the keys, but falcons be protecting the keep
Vultures around me waiting to feast, but I'm too alive
I will call you out if I must, I ain't sitting at the back of the bus, want me on my knees but I'm done trynna please
Fuck that, I'm above that, I'm too dangerous, in my rucksack, got a 49, an Apollo I ain't no bully but I'll take ur lunch pack
Press me, try to impress me, send ur lapdogs
To my wolfpack, oozing loyalty, pay the lawyer fees, this is bigger than u and ur drum rack
Ain't bout the money, if ur my friend friend friend friend friend friend
Don't be so chummy just for m's m's m's m's m's m's
Talk it out fore it gets gross,
How did u even get that close?
Credits
Writer(s): Hendrix Harris, Lou "duke” Berry
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