Birds Fly High

Cooking up work in the booth
Had to get Boogs on the track
My nigga he the truth
Grinding everyday
I want the benzie without the roof
And the crib 100 acres
Closet filled with Armani suits
And a bitch wit bomb pussy
And I call that a nuke
And all night I'm in u
And I call that Al-Farouq
Lyrics cut deep like incisions
Couldn't see before
But now I got the vision
You know imma Mac
And I ain't talkin bout collisions
Won't stop till I'm on top
Nigga I'm on a mission
When I'm hot and shoot my shot
Nigga I'm not missing
If she geekin when I meet her
Bitch then I'm not hittin
It's bad when the black hot
But it's worse when the work missing
I'm chillin, Sittin patient
Sippin Liq I'm never chasin
And a bitch I'm never chasin
Kill the pussy like Jason
Rolled a blunt up and I'm facin
In a foreign and im racing
Wit a foreign and she naked
For the throne I'm bout to take it
Flee

Had dreams about a million
But I woke up on the edge
And them niggas said they ridin
But then niggas really scared
He ain't going to that jail
Got em locked up in the feds
Asking God everyday
Why they shoot my nigga dead
Got me thinking
Do they love me
Or they using me
And all these drugs they be hittin
They abusing me
I'm seeing through these niggas
Y'all niggas ain't foolin me
Tellin stories bout me
You was never cool wit me
Gang tho
Sippin all this lean
Got me feeling like it's healing me
Maybe I'm just frying
And it's low key probably killin me
Bad yellow bone
She remind me of a Hillary
If I ain't sippin dirty on occasions
I'm on Hennessy
Talking to these beats
Like I be talking to y'all bitches
Two fingers and a thumb
Mama asking me if I'm crippin
She going through my phone
Seen the message now she trippin
He dissin on that Twitter
When we see him then he finished
Boogs 60 Set
Gang



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Jenkins
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