Lyrics

Black on black that’s all we drive look alive look alive
Baby will you ride or die when we go to war on Friday night
I’m from the dirty 5-1-5 5-1-5
You do for yours
I do for mine
only difference
I ain’t scared to die
Ayo call 911 we goin live
Drop the hammer .45’s
Now some rats are gonna die
187 2 69
5-1-5 look alive
young Hawk IA
Ima do a tuck and dive
While I’m smokin out the ride
Blowin bullets out the side
Paint some X’s on his eyes
on my momma ain’t a lie
why ain’t i Been recognized
it’s cause I move in silence
if you loud you won’t survive
all these new guys dry snitchin sayin they do homicides
that’s why I don’t claim to bang
I ain’t bout that life
but if you push me far enough I’ll snap
that’s real talk
when I was 13, I took that walk
MWA a child prison most of yall ain’t even heard of
so don’t you ever pull that “he ain’t all that hard” card
I was there for a reason and it wasn’t for no petty charge

so the next time y’all wanna throw some dirt on my name just remember
Your career is a flop you are just a stat filler
you ain’t make a difference like the Heat in 88 everyone just forgets ya
you’re too lame
when they mention me they mentioning a legend of game
I’m like
Pippen Jordan Rodman Johnson
Bryant O’Neil Byrd and Stockton
load it lock it cock it pop it
shits not a game mane this ain’t bop it
that watch you bought ima cop it
split lips in this bitch pussy poppin
leave you like a leaky sink drip drip droppin
I’m a Prius with the recall gas depressed and I ain’t stoppin
mark my words in 5 years I’ll have the whole globe rockin
Catch me in Des Moines but get blown away like Joplin
This the city where the music has your head noddin
body rockin
Hawkeye state
birds of a flock n
tell them feds if they want me turn around and keep walkin
cuz I ain’t fuckin with no ratchet hoes who don’t know how to knock n
515 we look alive
west side we on and poppin
stay tuned
Winter 2025 man the trilogy is droppin
I don’t have to tell you twice
I know you mother fuckas watchin
I’m a fuckin young Hawk
bruh I’m from fucking Iowa
from the bluffs out to maqouketa
from spencer
to corydon
but my hometown
Des Moines yeah it’s been real
now I gotta say goodbye and make my self a mil
but when I do that I’ll come back make sure all the Hungry stomachs filled
any one who questions that y’all get popped like my mommas pills
shoutout Iowa Chill
catch me with the CornStalkKillas in the cut stackin bills
probably high as fuck off cannabis, stay Trill.

stay ill.