Lyrics Band of the Hawk - Azizi Gibson

I dedicate this to my real trill niggas and a few trill bitches
I bought a six fo with 16 switches
Make a bitch suck my dick in like 16 seconds
With your girl and the weed in them, make em' kick back
Read a book lift with it
Times get hard and I'm sharing my dinner, nigga
Sell a little weed just to get a fuckin meal ticket
I ain't worried about shit
While you, always worried about a bitch
Bitch nigga you can sucka dick we ain't about to trip
Unless it's about a grip
Make a whole nigga strip take all your shit
Take all your bitches, scratch that
You can keep the bitch, I'll take all your riches
No witnesses pop your eyes out bring em' with us
If you don't get it now you can stop fucking with us
You better watch your mouth
Got a hundred niggas in the pen, wait until they come out
Put a meal on a nigga, get your ass (?) out
Put a meal on a nigga get a dick up in your mouth
It's been so long they can't figure it out
While they do that i'm in the kitche in your house
Making eggs spread your legs while we wiffing you out
This your fault you went that route

So this is Azizi I work like a genie
My terror (?) see what I'm thinking
My chakra is showing you see me I'm steaming
Using my high ki to go against evil
Supernatural niggas only notice
So i guess the only nigga out there is Flying Lotus
You wanna figure it out close your eyes fucking focuuuus
Pocus

(That's very good. That's nice. I think you're getting better. And what is this?
Tori don't listen to him anymore. She can't hear what you're saying poor Tori is to busy concentrating on sucking me off)

Bitch I'm rolling up dough
Las Vegas hotel my nigga think what you want
Pool in the living room bitches trying to hump
I mention this shit cause i work for a sun
And i did it my way from my palms to my lungs
You ain't do shit but lay back and suck your thumb
With your big ass gap and (?) teeth cold
What the fuck you talking about nigga you should know
Bow down to the lords, suck it
Don't be acting like we was bros
What you think it is?
We be mario cause we carry around shells
We letting hammers go I don't know
My nigga don't be fooled
In the ghetto don't be food
Around these whites don't be rude
Unless you want the popo to know what you do
Sometimes, I don't know what to do
I'm in love with myself and my Brainfeeder foos
Take over the game cause I know we got the tools
Down right fierce now what we got to move
Boy I get it in like some god damn goons
Thats way to much to even say about you
Thats way to much to even say about you
Thats way to much to even say about you

X2
Fucked up, you got a world to see
Tap into your mind and see what I see
Open up your nose and breath what I breath
Get you head in the books and think what I think

(You either fuck with us or don't. Simple as that bi-atch. Brainfeeder. Brainfeeder"