#HAWK #Fuxwidditent Welcome back I spit bars, research em and then make sure they’re facts Same with the crew, we keep our gats stacked, in case the gov gon try and take it back When it comes to crews y’all can stand aside, your levels only be relatable to opening acts Y’all bit sized snack, y’all the side show, we the main course, y’all better step aside real fast Before we come with the gas and flood the battle field, till everybody’s choking out, like mustard gas And you feel our wrath, in the trenches tearing shit up turning the game into a bloodbath You cannot grasp, the inner workings of my brain, cause if you did, your whole body would collapse Like you just stepped on an iED, and had a bunch of straptenol sever your mofucking back I’m coming through with an attack, I ain’t never been lying saying Im always gonna come with the strap Got the Matte black MAC in my backpack, locked and loaded for any bitch who tryna pull up n blast I’m sick, like I don’t wear a mask, killing off 99% of rappers like I’m disinfecting trash I like to put em in they place, they’re place staying in the background of nobody’s track Any second like a nade I’m boutta pop off Only takes one pin and the safety’s off Ima blow if a hoe likes to run they mouth and talk Until I’m right up in they face and then I shiver in shock I’m fly and I’ve got a vision, so call me the hawk But I’m the last motherfucker you’d see run to the cops I got a bullet with your name on it if you like to squawk look out for me and the 8” barrel of the Glock